Friday, 30 September 2011

All In a Day's Work

A telescope isn't something that we usually set up at our work meetings, but one of my colleagues is a bit of a birdwatcher in his spare time, and he was keen to show us all his fabulous new accessory.

We were, after all, spending a whole day's training in a room with the most beautiful outlook in England.


The large, floor to ceiling windows gaze out across a glorious stretch of white sand, and today, the sky was cloudless and deep blue. It felt warm - unusually warm for an early Autumn day.

Before the meeting got started, I sat outside with my cup of tea and thought how very lucky I was to be sitting in front of such an amazingly peaceful scene.

At coffee time, we took it in turns to look through the telescope, observing all sorts of sea birds, the lighthouse, the prom and the windmills. It was an excellent piece of kit and we apologised to our colleague for laughing at him when he first admitted to buying it.

As the meeting progressed, we talked about how to provide excellent customer service. Going the extra mile, making a connection, taking ownership of problems....all the usual stuff that gets bandied about on these occasions. We know the answers, we know how to do it, we would never let our customers down...

...Little did we know, however, that all this bragging was soon going to be put to the test thanks to the watchful eye of the telescope...

At lunchtime, we set it up on the balcony of the building. Our venue is designed to look like a ship and I felt like I was on the deck, eating my sarnies and observing all the landlubbers below. Every now and then, someone would have a look through the telescope and our birdwatching colleague would reel off the names of all the birds diving into the sea.

Our Meeting venue
In the distance, he spotted a little boat, bobbing about beyond the pier. To the naked eye, you could only just make out its shape, but you couldn't actually see if there was anyone in it. The telescope, however, revealed exactly what was going on.

Two men wearing lifejackets were struggling to get the engine on their little boat to work. I've watched my husband doing a similar thing with a lawnmower a few times - madly yanking the cord - sweating, swearing, huffing and puffing before giving the useless machine a good kicking. Maybe the man with the starting cord had already tried to give the engine a good kicking because somehow their boat was full of water. We knew this because we were able to see the second man frantically using his welly to bail it out.

The telescope was passed to another colleague, who just happens to be a volunteer lifeboatman. After a couple of seconds, he rang the coastguard. The little boat continued to drift as the two men desperately tried to get the engine started.

'They've got loads of tattoos,' one of my colleagues observed, 'Its amazing - you can almost make out what they say.'

The volunteer lifeboatman's bleeper went off. He had been called into action. He gave his apologies and sprinted off like Bruce Wayne to the Batmobile. We continued to watch the drama unfold from our position on the deck of the ship.

The coastguard's landrover flashed past - its blue light matching the colour of the sky and its siren wailing towards the shore. The seabirds scattered.

We were now fighting over a turn on the telescope. The Lifeboat had been launched and was roaring and leaping over the waves towards the two stricken men in their knackered boat.

'Let me see! Let me see!' we argued. We were desperate to see if our colleague was on board the rescue boat.

'It's him! It's him!' someone yelled.


Our new HR manager, who was joining us on her very first day at work, must have felt a little bemused. Not only was she was joining a team of people who brought along pens, paper and a telescope to a training day, but they also interupted lunch to save the lives of those in peril on the sea.

The lifeboat towed the little dinghy back to the safety of the shore. The tattooed men, one still clutching his welly, looked relieved, embarrassed and exhausted.

Our lifeboatman returned and told us to our disappointment that it wasn't actually him out there doing the rescue. His fellow volunteers had beaten him to it, and one of them looks just like him - even through the bionic eye of our telescope.

We took our seats for the afternoon session, discussing the qualities required to be a good manager in a sports centre and the 'tools' that are needed to help us achieve this.

'Empathy,' someone said, 'Experience, communication skills...'

'...And a bloody good telescope,' it was suggested after a pause, much to the delight of our birdwatching colleague, who's object of ridicule had now become the most essential tool in the quest to achieve world class customer service....

All in all, it was an extraordinary and rather unexpected kind of day at the office!


Friday, 16 September 2011

Happy Birthday to me!

Gosh, its been a while since I posted anything on here! The summer holidays have scuppered writing, and now that the kids are back at school, I'm busy getting my head around new routines/activities etc.
I seem to have done nowt but write cheques for the last couple of weeks - school dinners, gymnastics, cricket, school trips, Brownies, school swimming, school milk, new sweatshirts.....I'm skint!

I have, however, been busy writing the Corbridge Angels blog which seems to have gone down well with its readers! We actually WON our last game of the season. Even if you're not a cricketer, you might enjoy reading an account of that momentous game...http://corbridgeangels.blogspot.com/2011/09/angels-in-moonlight.html

Tonight, I'm hosting 'An Evening with the Angels.' All the cricket lasses from Corbridge Angels are coming over to my place bringing a plate of grub and a bottle. We've got some fun awards and I've organised a couple of surprises in there too, so hopefully we'll have a good night. I must get on tidying the house!

And yesterday it was my birthday. I'm 43. Blimey - how did that happen??!

I had a lovely day - the 7 year old appeared 'in my face' at around 7.15am with pen and paper to take my order for breakfast, then took it down to the chef - the 10 year old - who set to work on my order. Toast with honey, orange juice and a piece of flapjack that he'd made in his cooking lesson the day before. Delish.

Usually, my birthday gets irritatingly unacknowledged by my husband, but he today he managed a sleepy 'happy birthday,' then produced a family holiday back to India just before Christmas. A rather splendid present! Can't wait!

As the day went on, I scoffed a HUGE lunch with dad and Eileen, then later tried to burn off the calories by cutting the grass. As I was doing this, the 10 year old, his pal and the 7 year old sneakily set about making some 'birthday flapjack' for me. I came back in the house to this -


It was delicious, and there was none left 10 minutes later.

Later, my mum came across with a birthday cake and candles, so I even had the whole 'Happy Birthday dear mu-um/Lisa' thing to enjoy before polishing off a bottle of sparkles from my workmates.

I'm a very lucky lass :-))))

And now that the cricket season has finished, I'll be updating this blog more regularly rather than the 'Corbridge Angels' blog - so if there are any readers still left out there - please don't leave me just yet!

Sunday, 21 August 2011

Shents, Dizzie and the Rascals


Sitting on the train from London back to Suffolk, I thought about how very strange life can be at times.

When I've visited London with the kids for the day before, we've been to Covent Garden, Notting Hill Carnival, museums, galleries, famous landmarks etc. We've always come home happy and exhausted with aching calf muscles and black snot in our northern noses:-)

When I asked the 10 year old what he wanted to do on our annual trip to London this year, I reeled off a number of sights and attractions that we'd never done before.

He wrinkled his nose up at all of them and said simply - 'I just want to meet Carole.'

'So do I,' I smiled, 'Sod the Tower of London.'

We had never met Carole in 'real life.' She and I 'met' through the Cancer Research Forum last year. She is 'Dizzie,' and I am 'Shents.' We're also bloggers, and follow each others blogs - keeping up to date with each other's news and regularly leaving comments.

Over a short time, she has become a very special friend.

The 10 year old would often peer over my shoulder whilst I tapped on the keyboard and ask - 'How's Carole?' He read her comments and read some of her posts. 'She's nice Carole, isn't she.' he'd say.

So, with a trip to the capital planned, he was particularly curious to meet the lady from London who writes so beautifully and who has a 'cyber' friendship with his mum. The idea of being able to 'touch' this person and 'hear' this person speak was exciting. Like a character from one of his books coming to life. He was also keen to meet her son, who he'd also read about in her posts.

As for me, well I just desperately wanted to meet, in person, one of the online friends whose hands I grasped hold of last year...

We had a lovely day. Carole and her son met us at the station and we spent some time in the sunshine in the Princess Diana Memorial Park. Carole and I yacked, and the 3 rascals played hide and seek and explored the park.

We walked on to find some lunch but struggled to find anywhere to eat! Clearly all the poshies in Knightsbridge just eat MacDonalds, so we had no alternative but to duck in there with half the Spanish student population and tuck in to burger and chips. It was so busy in there that one of the Spaniards tried to sit on Carole's knee. A mad half hour!

With the rain coming down in stair rods, we jumped into a taxi and booled into the National Art Gallery for shelter. As it eased, we had another mad half hour in Trafalgar Square...


 ...before stopping for a coffee and a MASSIVE doughnut in a nice little caf.

After what seemed like 5 minutes since we met up, it was time to go back to the station to catch our train home.

The rascals had enjoyed their day together, and Shents and Dizzie could probably have quite happily continued talking into the small hours of the next day, and the day after that...

...but we had to catch the train, and we arrived at Liverpool St Station with only minutes to spare - no time for long goodbyes. A quick hug, a promise to meet up again soon (this time with Tony, another online friend) and a final wave before boarding the train home....

...and that's when I thought 'how strange life is.'

It brought tears to my eyes.

Friendships. They can arrive from places you would never imagine. They can arrive from places you would rather forget...but however they arrive, some friendships you grab with both hands and you don't let go.

This particular friendship applies to all 3 of the above.





Sunday, 7 August 2011

Cricket - The Movie.

It's done nowt but rain here for the last couple of days, so after several cancelled matches, the 10 year old hoyed his cricket bag in the cupboard under the stairs and decided to try and make a short cricket movie instead.

A couple of days ago (when the sun was shining)  he went to our local cricket pitch with his dad and his pal for some batting practice. They decided to film their session for a bit of 'analysis' afterwards, so he's used the footage from that, added a bit of Paulo Nutini, and with a tiny bit of mums help, here it is...

Thursday, 4 August 2011

Northumberlandia

Near where I work, there's been a bit of opencast mining going on.

Thankfully nowadays, once the coal has been howked out, the mining companies are obliged to put the land back together again, so that you'd think that they'd never been there.

In this case, the mining company and the landowners have used a bit of imagination.

They've enlisted the help of a landscape artist, Charles Jencks, whose brief was 'to mark the transition between the conurbation of Cramlington and the countryside of Northumberland with a new landscape which could be enjoyed by the local community.'

And so, with the help of the artist and the HUGE machinery that helped to mine the coal, work has begun...

to construct....

an ENORMOUS...

...NAKED LADY!

The last image is a computer generated artist's impression.

Isn't she FABULOUS!

The local community will have a brand new country park lady.
She's called Northumberlandia.
They'll be able to hike up onto her hip, walk around her head and admire the view of the Cheviots from her boobs. I think its great!

People will be able to see it from the A1, from the East Coast Mainline trains, and of course - get a stunning view of her on a plane into or out of Newcastle airport!

I wonder if Mr. Jencks got his idea from a visit to Tynemouth Beach last week - 


Or from Scotland in 2007

Or Scotland 2008...


Wherever he got his inspiration from, well done! I love it!