The sun has got it's hat on

It is at times like this, with the sun high in the sky, a gentle breeze and the faint whoosh of the burner from a hot air balloon when you realise that being tied to a desk, in the corner of a stuffy office, wrestling with web copy for an incentive programme that probably something is not quite right.

Rough work clothes may have been exchanged for chino's and a polo, a screwdriver for a mouse and the shop floor of a factory for a converted farm building nestling in the middle of the English countryside, the effective situation is the same - working for a living and not creating sufficient wealth to be able to choose to not be tied to a desk when the sun has got its hat on.

Apart from six magic numbers is there a road out? Probably not for me, although we can still try to find the silver bullet of an idea that will free the shackles and lift us out of the poverty of little free personal time. Of course this kind of poverty is not the poverty of previous generations, there is a roof over our heads, food on the table and work. To be able to talk about the poverty of free personal time is a sign of progress of our society as a whole however it does not help when the sun has it's hat on and I am tied to a desk as I was on a glorious Friday afternoon yesterday.

So, silver bullet aside, what is there to drive me on? Of course it can only be one thing.....to deliver as pleasant as life as possible for me and my wife and to try...to try as hard as I can (and like any parent) to deliver the life that has escaped me for my three children.

In the meantime as I write this from the reception area of a tyre place, I will in the next few minutes swallow hard, shrug my shoulders and cough up the £180+ for 3 new tyres and just get on with life.

P
5th June 2010