The life of a runner, mother, radiopharmacist and vicar's wife – that's me!
New Street station is a nightmare. I’m sure it will be great when they finish but, for the time being, it’s a bit of lottery where you’ll come out of the station and where you’ll be able to go from there.
Birmingham City centre has changed beyond recognition in the 25 years since I left university – generally for the better. It seems more American and less 1970’s Britain.
I had to go to a UK Radiopharmacy Group meeting today. It was good to see old friends again and a useful meeting. I think I accidentally volunteered myself for a few too many things but it is better to be involved than to sit on the sidelines in my opinion.
I used to run along the canals with the head of the pharmacy department. We had a good route that took us up to Spaghetti Junction. There were some pretty inhospitable bits though and I worried about dogs mostly (although they generally just barked at us from the other side of the canal) but one day there was a man with a gun – I just ran past and hoped he wasn’t crazy.
I walked back through what used to be a cheap market. The market stalls weren’t there but there were deck chairs set out with a bar and a big screen showing the tennis. Murray was just breaking Pospisil in the third set but only about two people were watching.
I managed to find my way back to New Street with little problem in spite of the fact that the iPhone kept trying to tell me to go a different way. However, since it had earlier tried to get me to walk through a building, I ignored it.
I’m still reading the book about European economics by Philipe Legrain. Well, I’m kind of listening to it on the kindle. I used the Kindle Fire today because it is a bit smaller and was intrigued to find that the voice had a very British accent rather than an American one like the older Kindle does. Strangely I did find it easier to understand, especially since I was playing it at 1.5x speed. It can’t cope with the reference numbers though and tries to incorporate them into the next sentence so it can be a tad confusing if you aren’t following along. For example, it will say something like 450 British taxpayers…. But the 450 is the reference number not the number of taxpayers!