After a major panicing session on life yesterday I spent a good deal of time on my acccounts. I have my first VAT return to do, as registration took so long to come through. I also have a company tax return and a personal one. Actually doing them all pretty much at the same time seems to make sense so getting them out of the way this week. One thing I have noticed about panic is that when the big picture seems terrible, a little effort chipping away at problems can often make the big picture seem much more manageable.
Finally got my CV onto two pages. I find it very difficult to write formally about myself in a way that will emphasise my good points. I would much rather write an overly honest CV and highlight my shortcomings, it would be a far better read. I emailed it to JB who replied "Doesn't much look like a CV". I took this like a man and thought better that we head this off before I send it out. Turns out I had emailed her an old page of notes about updating my CV so after a little chuckle reading that I could be proud about my new two page creation again.
I said that small chips at problems can make the bigger picture seem better, so much so that I nipped up the golf club for a bit of practice and a few holes. It might seem obvious that that was a bit naughty, when trying to get my working life together, but actually, after periods of not achieving much there is a lot I regret that I didn't do and forging towards golfing greatness is one of those things so it is on my list of to do's......a reward.......and a little distraction.
Walhampton Golf Club is a relatively new club, just nine holes and I suppose you would say quite easy. If you know about golf you will know that a standard scratch score for your club should even out any 'easiness'. At Walhampton the standard scratch is 4 under par, so all the golfing snobs who moan at some of the short par fours are not realising that the 260 yard hole will actually need to be done in 3 not 4. I love those holes. In the winter they can be anything from a 5 wood but today they were full blooded drivers. Out of the 3 shortish par fours I was on the green 2 of them and a few yards off on the other. Two ladies were in front of me and the tactic is very much how close you can get the ball to them without being rude. Obviously if you fly the green when they are on it, that is rude, and of course could hurt. If you land it on the green just as they have walked off it it scares them enough and fulfills that childish part of me that wants these funny little women to be impressed with my game. Everyone who plays golf thinks that they are better than they are. It doesn't hurt like rugby so if you are not good at it you don't get bashed up. You also play for yourself and golfers can be quite forgiving about how shiite they are and always remember the best couple of shots from a round, ah.....legend.
Circuit training next! awesome class. The little dumbells aren't too taxing but all that running around with my 17 stone and situps, sheesh. There is no mystery, you don't need scales, you just need to be fit. My 'core' muscles are positively unsuitable for lifting a large mans limbs. Some work to do there. Visually the class was most excellent. I always though that looking at girls in lycra was a bit stressful. I think that was because I would panic that I needed to do something about it. I am very happy in love so I can perv in a much relaxed fashion. Only downside is that relaxed perving leads to slow withdrawal of the eyes when you are rumbled. I am much less of a perv nowadays while outwardly appearing more of one!
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