An invite to my deathbed and other fun things.

  I promised in my last post to go through the one hundred and eleventy seven things Steve Chandler wrote in his book to motivate the reader. Number 1 seem a bit of a grime way to start but what do I know. The idea is you imagine yourself on your deathbed and what what you would say to those close to you. The exercise makes you realise things you maybe haven't said to those close to you.  Thereby motivating you to not leaving important things unsaid. I'm going to have to think a little about this. I'm not sure if I've said the important things to those I care about or I'm repressing certain feelings ??? might be a good way of getting my tools back off my brother sooner rather than later though :-)
     In other news. I've been working back in London and staying with friends. The journey to work takes me through Bushy Park and this particular morning it was a bit misty. So having been inspired by Richard (http://richbrew-dailygrind.blogspot.co.uk/) Brewer's pictures. I parked up and took a few shots. I don't think Richard will be too worried though but I'm happy with the result.
   Bushy Park is next to Hampton Court. The home of Henry VIII. Bushy would have been part of the forest that surrounded Hampton and somewhere where he and his chums would of hunted deer.
   Later Charles I added a canal and various ponds and later still William and Mary commissioned  Christopher Wren (The architect of St Pauls Cathedral) to design the Arethusa Diana Fountain  using the statue of Diana (Commissioned by Charles I for his wife, which originally stood in Somerset House, London and later moved to Hampton Court by Oliver Cromwell) as a centre piece to the park. The history doesn't end there, for all you North Americans the Park was used during World War One as the home for the Kings Canadian hospital. During World War Two Eisenhower planned the D-Day landings there at Camp Griffiss. An old customer of mine told me, he and his friends would climb over the wall and spend the day with the Gi's in their huge camouflaged camp. Cadging chocolate and trying to get rides in jeeps. OK history lesson over.
   The following day to taking this picture my car broke down on the motorway. It's just over a week later and now I have a new clutch, less money in my bank account and man flu from standing next to my sick car late on a cold night for an hour.
   The internet man is due today to connect me. Which will make blogging far easier than the currant set up allows.
    Well that's enough from me.

Onwards and upwards in the pursuit of fulfillment :-)))

Where were you yesterday ?

   March 4th 2014 to be exact. I was here in Hammersmith. West London. At work in an empty flat. Actually I hadn't started work. I was getting ready drinking coffee, you know the important stuff. As the flat' s in a basement, radio reception is pretty patchy. So I decided to listen to one of my Kindle books. I think you can listen to most books on Kindle. It's an irritating robot voice. Imagine your satnav talking to you between the route instructions. There, you have it. Irritating as I say but better than the sounds,of silence (my old friend) sorry couldn't resist that. The chosen book was "100 ways to motivate yourself'."
   Now I have a long history with self help books. From "how to sew" (I'll explain that another time) to how to fix cars and computers. Be a better manager, gardener, cook. Right up to fixing myself. I don't always finish them (there must be a help yourself book on that,and if there Isn't it was my idea first so step away from that paper and pen) but I'm drawn to them. Most tend to start with the idea that the reader knows what they are doing. Would I need the book if I did? These are the ones I don't finish. Then there are the ones that assume you, the reader are a complete moron. We'll I maybe but I'd prefer it if they didn't make it so obvious. I don't finish those ones either. Anyway "100 ways" doesn't fall in to either of those camps. Robot lady and me are almost at the end and looking forward to starting again.
   At the beginning of the third paragraph of the intro. The author, Steve Chandler writes "it took me more than fifty years to discover this" I like him already. He's the moron all self help morons want to be.
   I'm not going to give away any of the 100 plus ways Mr Chandler lists but I promise you, I'll write how each one works on and affects me, good or bad.
   In other news my badly taken picture celebrates a clear blue sky, not seen round here for a while with all the rain we've had and the first blossoms I've seen open.

Onwards and upwards in the pursuit of fulfilment :-)))