My Reboot Week 1 – Rock Bottom

Dance, Love, Sing
Dance, Love, Sing

If we were having coffee I’d tell you about how this was the week that I was supposed to be starting my reboot…..not the best time of year I know but there is something telling me not to wait until the new years resolutions kick in!

The weekend after we last met was taken up with organising, sorting shifting in prep for our autumnal house push.  A reorg of some key pieces, the boys bedrooms, some swing space to start the decorating…..and my back slowly went through the day…..I pressed go on that order for that new mattress!

The clocks changing seems to have brought the first frost that I’ve noticed a sky so crisp and bright that I ask myself what’s wrong with me….breathe it in it’s a beautiful day.

Monday and the changing colours of the new me is feeling a little broken, my back has definitely gone from the furniture shuffle.  So no gym this week which I was really going to bring into my new me new routine.   The extra imaginary hour was going to be my saviour as a I put it to good use.  It’s now light rather than dark when the alarm goes off which I know will be temporary.

I’m on the wrong side of the house to watch the sun rise as I have a tea in bed….my first rule broken avoid tea in bed.  My Achilles heal to procrastination in the morning……my back has gone from the weekend sorting,  what’s a guy to do.  I’m not even going to contemplate cycling in let alone the gym.

Used all my will power whilst drinking tea not to look at any star wars spoilers, theories and trash.  To say I’m excited about this film is an understatement!


Thursday and still on the bus into work,  managed to walk home twice this week and amazingly makes the back feel better.  it’s cold and bright today.  To give you an idea though.  The ground is covered in black ice, and my wife came off her bike yesterday as it gave way underneath her that’s how cold it is despite the clocks just changing.

I’ve started some minimal back exercises that a friend at work passed on.  I feel at rock bottom body wise.

Saturday morning and I’m sat in my new desk position in the study……I’m not sure yet.  The goal was to point me in the direction of the window so I could see outside.  In an effort to rekindle the feelings I had of home when I was boy, with my desk by the window, a house in a village, the village in a valley on the edges of the lake district where I’d look at the farm on the hill, the clouds and ever changing seasons.   A distraction from the homework I should have been doing!

The window is now an annoying source of light in my periphery vision….but…………if I look beyond the glass……..I see an amazing range of autumnal colours from reds, auburns and changing greens.  A huge Willow tree like grandfather time framing the whole scene as I gaze onto the back gardens of my neighbours.  A skyline of houses that have been there since 1890.

A distraction perhaps from doing my homework, from blogging or logging into work….but lets call it mindfulness which I’m in need of.

I’ve now been sat here an hour or so, a fresh coffee on the go.   I didn’t notice the hour fly by flitting between the notes and the ideas I have in onenote.   Maybe, just maybe the desk is right.  I posted the start of my reboot page.  Just realised I need to add it into the menu.  I know it needs work but going for the 80-20 rule and trying to get stuff done by not being a perfectionist.

Physically I just haven’t been able to start my reboot, although in one sense I’ve started by getting myself to a rock bottom position…..the only way is up right!

This is my post for the weekend coffee share, and my reflections on a minor lifestyle reboot as I countdown to 50, thank you for popping by, if you like my ramblings and want to hear first hand how I’m getting on in the kitchen as a cook or my latest adventure then please subscribe at the top right, to either my WordPress account or my picture diary (instagram feed).

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The Old Coffee Pot

The coffee pot is old and lost its sparkle, but makes amazingly good coffee like a wise old sage.

Is it just the novelty, the way gas heats water or just expensive coffee?  The storage jar give us no way of knowing.

The whistling kettle decided to work on our last day like a message of don’t go, its been nice having you and as I finish this post for the weekend coffee share I’m brought back to that moment of quiet in a foreign kitchen.

Going to bed early, we seemed to wake early allowing me to watch something magical.   Watching a different town come to life even before the bells start….which they did at 7:30 without fail.  Then the school kids a few mins after that like a swarm of bees as I looked down into the alley way below and then quiet again.

I’m sat at the kitchen table typing on my iPad reflecting, drinking coffee and dreaming about my blog, me and the inevitable trip home and the changes I wanted to make.  I breathe and try to soak in as much as I can.  We have the morning here before we need to head to the airport.

We’ve been back a week now, I’m dis-appointed with myself.  Foolish I know as I need to give myself a break…getting up at the crack of dawn in the cold and pitch black isn’t conducive to heading straight to the gym.   There are a bunch of organisation things going on at work that means the hours seem to be busier than ever which adds to the tiredness.

A highlight of the week is the announcement that Coldplay have made around a new album release.  I’m loving Arabesque which was released as a taster.


And my cooking, and even though the last thing I wanted to do on a Monday evening was go out again, I made it to  week 4 of a Persian cookery corse.  A really simple but tasty one pot dish….  Chicken, bulgur with pomegranate molasses

The plan for this weekend, is to revolutionise my study corner.  Turn into a little haven that I keep, tidy and organised.  I’ve carted things around from home to home….the stuff piles up and it’s time to just make it right.  I feel some mind tormenting games as I wrestle with the will I ever read that or use that games the mind plays!

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Weekend Coffee Share – Tales from London

The night was a bad one, our room next door to a main entry door that shook the room every time it was used. If that didn’t wake you then the hourly chime of the cathedral would remind you that you should be a sleep. Then there was the mirth below, the windows no match for the merriment of closing time. Old school single pains of glass overlooking several pubs on the back streets of London.

The coffee is needed, with 3 boys in tow, we have a full on day planned for the London.


A visit to the design museum is a regular feature on my annual calendar and usually it coincides with the Beazley design awards. An amazing collection of ideas under 6 themes Architecture, Digital, Fashion, Graphics, Product and Transport. Have to admit, I’m not really interested in the fashion but the ski jacket made from spider silk was amazing. As was the 3D printed pots from algae. Im always struck by the architecture pieces. I think my winner would be the joint venture piece between Elon musk and Richard Branson on with the Hyperloop project. I can’t argue with the people’s choice winner of the SurgiBox, an operating theatre that fitted into a backpack.

The posts have been few and far between, I’m struggling to keep up with the blogging agenda I set for myself. This an amalgamation of thoughts across a couple of trips to London over the last few weeks, for work and for leisure purely coincidental.

Yesterday I saw both ends of the day in darkness and in light. A streak of orange so pure that drew a line across the sky after the plane took of from Edinburgh. I was on the wrong side to take a picture and then arrived to see glorious views of the city….as a consequence bitterly cold on landing. Felt warmer in Scotland.

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Amazing views of the city this morning

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Socialising with colleagues after work, we frequented a local house straight from a Dickensian scene, hidden away from the modern day shops. I’d never have gone without local knowledge.

London at Christmas is a marvellous place, the old and the new architecture with the lights is just so special. There’s a hustle and bustle that I’m sure just walks by and doesn’t notice. For the infrequent visitor though, you have to pause and take a breath, absorb it in.

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Tales from the Table #15

Just been out on my bike and it is cold and crisp, I’m wrapping my hands round my cup of coffee to warm up. My fingers throbbing.

I’ve come back from the butchers with an overwhelming, I love our butchers kind of feeling. I’d picked my recipe and new what I was going to go get to find I’ve come away with something completely different in terms of a cut. I’d asked for a shoulder steak, to find I was being given steaks of pork (obviously taken from the shoulder). I was bold though and exclaimed that I was looking for something with the bone in. To find I was then talking to man brandishing a cleaver as long as his arm. He promptly brought forward this huge hunk of a shoulder along with an education session on the bone, we moved onto other cuts and agreed on a loin of pork with the bone left in. I asked about fat and we talked about the top end of the loin. This was all done with the love and care of a man who wanted to help his customer and knew his trade. I came away very happy and now I’m thinking will this cook in the same way.

The worst time of year for a cookbook hoarder…..the Christmas releases are out in full force. The best roundup that I have come across is from eat your books website. How they manage to get all these books into one review is amazing…think tardis for cookbook reviews.

French cooking this week was really stressful, a mix of turning up harassed and head fried (post work, mad rush to have tea and get to the school). A caramel disaster for creme caramel and a pastry so short it was more like builders sand for a tarte au chocolate. On my third attempt at re constitution of the sugar crystals I managed to get something that could be poured into a ramekin. And a drop of water whilst the teacher wasn’t looking remedied the sand. My friend and I were last out as the the final school bell went, just in time to pick up my son who was having his Halloween disco.

Classes have been broken into 5 week chunks this term, so that’s it for the French cooking. All in all it’s been good, a couple of learning’s and some things I’ve never cooked before. Biggest disaster was my roux for the goats cheese soufflé. Cream goes in at the end, otherwise you get a disgusting ball of fatty goo.

Week 1, Coq au Vin demo…a little cheated
Week 2, Boeuf Bourguignon, Dauphinoise Potatoes
Week 3, Onion Soup, Goat Cheese Soufflé
Week 4, Fish Casserole, and definitely something return to. Sole Meuniere…no point as you need to eat immediately
Week 5, tarte au chocolate and crème caramel

Came across Never Panic Buy a House this week where my favourite quote of the week sticks the house owns you not the other way round….never more true when the shower blew mid way through washing out the black die my son used for his Halloween hair. It was messy.

Hope everyone had a good week and Halloween went well. It’s bonfire night here in the uk and we are well and truly heading into slow cook and comfort food eating territory. My goal has been set and I’ve to start decorating the front room…so my cooking exploits are likely to be curtailed!

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Tales from the Table #14

Coffee today is served with a huge slab of carrot cake and a dark roast, it’s more a memory from last week as I scan my photo’s.

This time last week we were packing up the van and leaving a week behind of full on fresh air and bike trails through ancient forests.  This week though tails of waking up in the dark and barely seeing the day as I returned to work.

I did comeback enthused and determined to beat the office blues, and a minor agenda around some weight loss……the bullet journal as my guide, a habit tracker in tow.  Despite the strong winds I managed three runs pre work in the dark.  Email defeated me big time!

Food wise my highlight has to be the fish casserole I made at my french cookery class.  Not authentic as there was no fish carcass in sight….two hours in an evening is just not long enough.  Despite that though very tasty and a keeper.

And although I’m not longer buying cookbooks (honest!) I found the Borough Market Cookbook, Recipes and stories from a year at the market at a steal from Amazon for £7, at present it’s at £8.99.  Written by Ed Kyber who has a great inspiration food blog Rocket and Squash.  As I’m no longer buying cook books I gave it to my wife for my Christmas stocking, so potentially I’ve started my Christmas shopping!

I’ve been dabbling, with my own self hosted site, trying to tweak here, nip and tuck there.  My greatest breakthrough getting the Instagram feed up within seconds.  My undoing to find that as I marked the old house private my pictures are no longer visible on the archive……I’ve downloaded the history (call it the van) and I now feel a bit of unpacking and re-org required for the new house.

Music wise my top tip new release is the soundtrack from Bohemian Rhapsody, I’m more of an Eighties Queen fan so not every song floats my boat….the 20th century fox fanfare really put a smile on my face, that and Trent’s weekly smile returning.

Bohemian Rhapsody (The Original Soundtrack)

So back to the coffee, a day of DIY awaits, and I’ve forgotten to soak the beans overnight that I had planned to slow cook during that time spent hammering and bashing, so I need to find something else.   I do have a sourdough slowly proving in the fridge.

Thanks for joining me, I hope you have a great weekend.

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