When I wrote the Zac's post I forgot to mention something important.
I told Tony that I helped in the prison with Sunday services, 'but sometimes I wonder if there's any point me being there. Let's face it, I have very little in common with the men; how can I connect with them? Bring them anything of value?'
Without hesitating Tony said, 'You have a degree. You've stuck at education; you've persevered, achieved something. You've got that to offer.'
I'd never thought of it like that before. I've always tended to consider my degree in oceanography as second-class as it was - as my father-in-law says, 'You don't even know what time the tide is in!' - but seen through his eyes it becomes an achievement. Thank you, Tony.
With a degree in oceanography and a Phillips screwdriver, the world will be my cockle.
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Most of the bikers seem to have machines of 900 or 1000 cc; I wonder how they'd cope on a European tour on a 175 cc bike.
European tour is a bit grand: it was only France and Spain. Oh, yes, and Andorra. My then-boyfriend, on whose bike we were travelling, had done a field trip to Andorra and wanted to re-visit the family he had stayed with. That done we headed off down the Pyrennees.
Did I mention that as well as us the bike had to carry all our camping gear? So we're trundling down the mountains and we pull into a layby to admire the view. A car pulls in behind us; the driver leans out, 'Do you know that you dropped your tent back up the mountain?'
'Did we? Gee thanks.'