It's Friday and I'm fogbound 132 miles east of Aberdeen on the Shearwater. I haven't a clue when I'll get home so it's just as well I took my knitting with me to keep me occupied. I just hope I don't run out of wool before I get home. Of course it's an absolutely gorgeous day back on the Beach (that's what the offshore boys call Aberdeen) - Robert said it's the best day in ages. Sodding typical isn't it! However there's nothing I can do about it so no point stressing.
It's definitely been an interesting trip doing all these stress presentations. The groups that gave the highest overall scores in the evaluations were the ones that had the biggest moan sessions. I think it was because I let them get stuff of the their chest and that helped them feel they had somebody on their side. Still need to make a lot of changes before the next trip but I have a few ideas.
Can't wait to get back home though as I just want to get back outside. That's what you miss when you're offshore - the chance to walk around the garden or nip out to the shops if you want to get something. I think I miss not being able to help myself to what I want to eat whenever I want it. Folk think it must be brilliant having your food cooked for you the whole time but considering that most places still tend towards the fatty, Scottish, male diet, i.e. unhealthy, it's not really best.
Time to get back to Teva Durham's Turtleneck Shrug. Real purty wool in a real purty colour (deep burgundy and so soft). Keeps me calm.