The Ball has returneth-ed

Finally I'm back at it...   For some strange reason it's been really tough to get back into the swing of things after sitting in glourious sunshine for a week. How odd!?  I mean, why would anyone NOT want to go back to the drudgery of office work in the freezing UK weather conditions if they were sat by a pool in 25 degrees of warmth ?  No, I don't know either...

This means that there's a lot to catch up on. Obviosuly regular readers will have been keeping in touch with the goings on via the published photos. I know it doesn't show much commitment on my part, afterall, you don't come here to see the pictures, you come to read the witty and insightful prose... oh?.. OK, maybe not, but I do have a defense for the photos.

A) I was on holiday. Even I'm allowed a break aren't I? and
B) "A picture paints a thousand words", so I managed about 7000 words
3) I did manage to compose something on the aeroplane, both there and back
You really can't moan, but feel free to leave a comment.

And now we're in December, so what's happening next ?  Well, it's back to work at Starfleet and a big push towards the end of the year.  I really am trying to make my transistion into the new role in January as smooth as possible, and so to this end I'm trying not to pick up anything new. I understand how difficult this is though, because there's work to be done and limited resource to do it. Still, I'm looking forward to the change - which is as they say - as good as a rest.

The British weather has gone a bit dolally (lovely phrase - with special thanks to the British Army for that one*) with seriously hard frosts and widespread snowfall, both of which have emerged very early for the time of year. I was hoping to get a bit of sledging in after Daughter had insisted on buying one a couple of weeks ago, but as yet we haven't had enough snow!!  Seems crazy when we see pictures on the TV and hear reports from the far flung members of the family of so much of the cold white stuff, but I have no doubt we'll have some before Christmas arrives.

Good grief!! Christmas!!  Already??  How can that be?  It was damn hot sunshine and sunburn on the beach not 5 minutes ago. It can't possibly be Christmas yet? Apparently it is though. In fact the Senior Ball's have organised Christmas day to be held in Wiltshire on the 12th of December. That's less than a fortnight away!! (Old English meaning "Fourteen nights" - so two weeks, for the Americans among us)  All a bit early, but it does mean that they can do whatever they like on the big day rather than have to trapse up and down the country. Of course the same works for the rest of us too. I'm not sure I whole heartedly agree with having Chrsitmas early on, but it does take off a bit of pressure on the 25th.

Of course, the other big story is the return of daughter from her trip around Thailand. She had a short bout of homesickness, but in the end she had a really great time. "Amazing" seems to be her new word and she did manage to bring home 800 (yes you read that right) photos of all sorts of stuff. Her experience has left Mrs G and I a little jealous of the beaches of souther Thailand, and it's now firmly on the list of places to visit once time and finance allow.

They also got up close with Tiger's, Elephants, Bridges (over the River Kwai), Rivers, Beaches & Sunsets. Looks beautiful....

On the techy front - I've been very out of touch thanks to the sunshine, but I'm very pleased to seet he release of iOS4.2 meaning that the iPhones and iPad are all doing very similar things.  One big dissapointment here though is the lack of AirPrint support for my Canon MP620. Apparently there's a hack to make it work, and support may be coming in the not to distant future, but it would have been nice to have had that straight out of the box.

Right. Best get on... lots to do...  Nice to see you back. Wrap up warm.

* Deolali tap (a place in India):
"Time-expired men sent to Deolalie from their different units might have to wait for months before a troop-ship fetched them home... The well-known saying among soldiers when speaking of a man who does queer things, ‘Oh, he's got the Doo-lally tap,’ originated, I think, in the peculiar way men behaved owing to the boredom of that camp." - Francis Philip Woodruff - Old Soldier Sahib, 1936

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