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It has been an unusually manic three weeks.
B has been to the States and back, to present his research in Springfield, Illinois, and catch up with all our lovely Boston friends (S was very miserable that particular day).
And S has written her dreaded Powerpoint presentation - a drawn-out, slow experience, limited to working exhausted in the evenings with a brain that had turned to syrup.
It was a real family venture. Thanks to a lovely husband (encouragement and childcare), a lovely brother (PR advice and childcare), and a lovely brother-in-law (IT support for a very clueless blonde), we got there in the end.
S eventually donned a suit, unpacked her Power Handbag, went to the PR company and delivered the talk at 8am last Thursday to two female Board Directors.
The presentation was about a campaign to get children more involved in sport.
Following questions, for those that are interested in the dastardly cloak-and-dagger world of PR, included:
- Why didn't you involve a celebrity?
- How would you communicate with your sponsoring government departments?
- How would you involve mums online?
Anyway S 'passed' and has the final round - drinks with potential future colleagues to check she has an acceptable personality - next week.
And two more first round interviews with other companies this and next week.
We also went to Germany this weekend for the baptism of our good friends' baby Joshua.
They, in turn, will be Godparents to L when she is christened in July.
We decided to drive. It was 7.5 hours door to door, via the Eurotunnel under the English Channel, then a route that took us across France, Holland, and Belgium.
B enjoyed the whole autobahn no-speed-limits experience; S shut her eyes.
Here we are in the Chunnel - a surreal and mildly claustrophobic experience.
Here is L with her future husband.
And here is the Godfather.
The next day we got up and visited the historic German town of Limburg, which looked like something out of a fairytale - lots of wonky medieval architecture, a splendid Catholic cathedral with tours given by multilingual nuns, and little pavement cafes.
Here are a couple of snaps.
It was a lovely weekend.
B has been to the States and back, to present his research in Springfield, Illinois, and catch up with all our lovely Boston friends (S was very miserable that particular day).
And S has written her dreaded Powerpoint presentation - a drawn-out, slow experience, limited to working exhausted in the evenings with a brain that had turned to syrup.
It was a real family venture. Thanks to a lovely husband (encouragement and childcare), a lovely brother (PR advice and childcare), and a lovely brother-in-law (IT support for a very clueless blonde), we got there in the end.
S eventually donned a suit, unpacked her Power Handbag, went to the PR company and delivered the talk at 8am last Thursday to two female Board Directors.
The presentation was about a campaign to get children more involved in sport.
Following questions, for those that are interested in the dastardly cloak-and-dagger world of PR, included:
- Why didn't you involve a celebrity?
- How would you communicate with your sponsoring government departments?
- How would you involve mums online?
Anyway S 'passed' and has the final round - drinks with potential future colleagues to check she has an acceptable personality - next week.
And two more first round interviews with other companies this and next week.
We also went to Germany this weekend for the baptism of our good friends' baby Joshua.
They, in turn, will be Godparents to L when she is christened in July.
We decided to drive. It was 7.5 hours door to door, via the Eurotunnel under the English Channel, then a route that took us across France, Holland, and Belgium.
B enjoyed the whole autobahn no-speed-limits experience; S shut her eyes.
Here we are in the Chunnel - a surreal and mildly claustrophobic experience.
Here is L with her future husband.
And here is the Godfather.
The next day we got up and visited the historic German town of Limburg, which looked like something out of a fairytale - lots of wonky medieval architecture, a splendid Catholic cathedral with tours given by multilingual nuns, and little pavement cafes.
Here are a couple of snaps.
It was a lovely weekend.
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