There have been many small achievements and enjoyable aspects of this round of unemployment. Nothing that makes particularly interesting reading, though. I have an enormous list of things that need sorting out around the house - tax return, cleaning the oven, pruning and weeding, scanning old photos - but I don't propose to tell you how I get on with those.
We held a family gathering which included a celebration of three birthdays altogether, and comprised a welcome visit from H&B from the north and the rest of my immediate family from the south. The weather was too unpredictable to sit outside, but we all squeezed in around the table for lunch, some of us went out for a walk around the Peace Festival, came back for tea and birthday cake, and I enjoyed it a great deal.
Lola II and Mr M stayed on afterwards, and helped me try on a huge bagful of hand-me-down clothes from one of Lola II's friends (I'm not proud). Surprisingly, most were too big, although there was a beautiful dress that does fit. Maybe I'll wear a dress again one day. I have shortened one pair of trousers so far - while the friend is nearly the same circumference as me, she is 10 cm longer.
I have put in a further two job applications, making five in all (with just the one interview so far). I've also been in touch with my tutors to follow up on the research idea, but that will be slow to develop. Nothing else going on in the work department.
There's been badminton of course, and I pootled over to see a friend who is in town for the week, training with his new guide dog. I couldn't whisk him away for a night on the town because he has to stay in the hotel with the dog, but we had a chat and a drink in the hotel bar.
This type of mundane diarising is tedious. I'm not that interested in writing it, and don't believe it's all that much fun to read. I have some ideas for future posts, so unless something happens that includes dietetics, the next few weeks may diverge from the usual routine.