Category: Being Human

Corsets for Carcassonne?

We flew to Carcassonne this morning. Working in the Nordics means that I fly on average two to three times a week. On that basis it was something of a busman’s holiday. Or rather a frequent-flyer’s holiday. But this was quite a different experience. Firstly I was flying from East Midlands Airport – 10 minutes…

Teamwork on a Bike

Originally posted on Unwrapping The World:
Cycle road racing is the perfect example of real team work – where success demands the graft and skill of each individual working together in perfect harmony. I have to confess to be new to this sport. I have always been a solo cyclist, competing against the clock and…

Let’s hear it for – Melancholy !

Originally posted on Unwrapping The World:
Ahhhh Melancholy – one of my favourite words. Mel-an-choly. Mel-an-choly. It is a line of poetry, a stanza in itself. So less depressing than depression. An interlude rather than a condition. An adagio rather than a grave. “Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad” said Victor Hugo, and as the writer…

Confessions of a Cheer Dad

Originally posted on Unwrapping The World:
Cheerleading is probably not what you think it is. You may have visions of teenage dancers in two-bit skirts and coloured pom-poms whipping up the crowd at some sporting event. But it has become a tremendously demanding and technical competitive sport for real athletes. It is a mix of…

Employ me … and my family?

The Danes put their families first – literally. At least the five who we interviewed this week did. First up was Matias who proudly handed us each a carefully constructed A4 sheet all about himself. His life (so far) – on a page.  “Age 37” he stated,  then “Live with Helene, together we have Jonas…

Much Ado about Nothing

5am. Not a great time for my Mind to wake up. My Body objected. He just wanted to stay in the warmth and softness of the duvet. So his eyes registered the low numbers on the clock and transmitted this information to my Mind. Then he buried himself under the duvet, in the expectation that…

Cotton Pickin’ Cotton

Originally posted on Unwrapping The World:
Today we drove up from Lafayette past acres of Louisiana cotton fields. We stopped to pick a lil’ of that old cotton-pickin’ cotton. In my head the old song kept spinning and weaving . . When I was a little bitty baby, My mama used to rock me in…