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To achieve great things, two things are needed: a plan, and not quite enough time.


A pigeon in the sandpit, just one of the monstrosities to be found in the big city.

So my little contribution to the conference (it's international, don't you know) has come and gone. Given the hectic nature of work at the moment, the arrival of teeth on teeth on the Ezra front, and the terrible twos on the Henry front, and the fact that I left all preparation to literally the last minute (again), I am inclined to give myself a reasonably good mark.

One day I will learn...
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Wayne said…
Hi Kris, Thanks for stopping by. Now that I know where you are I'll be checking in regularly.
28 November 2008 at 15:00
magiceye said…
Thank you so much for your concern and good wishes.

Happy Thanksgiving.
28 November 2008 at 19:34
Diederick Wijmans said…
Your last two statements are perfectly so true!!!
I continue enjoying reading your blog! Cheers!
28 November 2008 at 19:45
Anonymous said…
All the best people leave presentations (especially international ones) till the last minute. I've still got 2 weeks, no need to start panicking just yet (!).
28 November 2008 at 20:11
Miles McClagan said…
Do you know in Scotland a pigeon is called a "doo", and a cow is a "coo"

We spend many hours thus laughing at the end of any news reportage on a military coup, thinking a big cow had taken over...

We're a simple folk
28 November 2008 at 21:20
Anonymous said…
Love your two recent posts. Made me chuckle.
28 November 2008 at 22:56
Kris McCracken said…
Wayne, I am glad to see a photo blog that engages all aspects of a city, even the darker side that is often missed. It really does give us a more rounded idea of place. So I’ll be back too!

Magiceye, I hope that the madness stops sooner rather than later.

Blognote, great, and thank you!
1 December 2008 at 10:50
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, two weeks? That’s forever in conference years...

Miles, no wonder Mel Gibson couldn’t stop the English.

Mo, fantastic! It’s good to know that I am good for something.
1 December 2008 at 10:52
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