So I don’t bang on very much about Jimmy, but she’s on her Gap year at the moment. Tip from the top. Do anything you can to put your kids off the idea of a Gap year unless you are able to send them very far away and for a long time. Oh ok, I’m being a little bit mean, but only a little bit. She seemed to have spent the last two years of her school career planning her year off however when push came to shove she has not a clue what to do with herself. Naturally it is principally my fault. I should have lined something up for her, but as far as she is concerned I have a very poor track record when I do step up to the plate. She has never really forgiven me, when she once felt her future was in creative journalism and had been hoping for a summer internship at Vogue or Harpers & Queen, for arranging for her what I felt was the next best thing. A fortnight in the East End office of that well know trade journal “Insurance Insider”. Which put an end to this particular aspiration. I havn’t yet been able to summon up the courage to tell her what I have managed to come up with after she charged me earlier this week with the task of finding some charity organisation that she could work for in South East Asia. I emailed a good friend of mine in Thailand who is extremely well connected and public spirited. I was sure he would be closely connected with a variety of good works involving Burmese refugees or Cambodian orphans. This is his reply:
I am directly involved with a very small animal project for helping discarded cats in Bangkok. It's called PAWS.
Blinking brilliant! Just the job for Jimmy.
Meantime Hen has also been revealing her sensitive side. Not. She headed out the house at 9.30pm on Monday evening to Ipswich city centre in a weird black tee shirt with a skull on it and armed with a stack of leaflets, Bob’s dog for safety and a flask of sweet tea. I had presumed this was for some kind of charitable stunt, but how wrong I was. She had signed up to some marketing gimmick for which she is meant to be paid £40 ( not forthcoming as yet ) to spend two hours chatting to people queuing up outside a computer game shop waiting for the latest version of Grand Theft Auto to be released and telling them about the forthcoming upgrade of Call of Duty. Call of Duty??? Just the game that seems to have flicked that guy in the Washington naval dock over the top. Nice one Hen.
Why can’t they be more like me, the good corporate citizen…..
I survived the Jungfrau Marathon, indeed you may well think I look remarkably relaxed. If not for the splendid finishers medal round my neck you could be forgiven for thinking I was tucking into a beer before the start, but very very annoyingly I completed the run in 5hrs 28mins, 4 minutes slower than two years ago when I last ran it. So I might well have to do the damn thing again.
P.S. You might also be admiring my rather sharp new haircut which I got last Thursday shortly before heading out to Switzerland. Cost me £194. OK, so “only” £34 went to the hairdresser, but I helped myself to one of their delicious looking toffees as I waited anxiously for my card to go through the till and one of my teeth crumbled on impact. £160 the poorer after an emergency trip to the dentist. Pants.
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