My friend Wendy came round again tonight – she’s the one who was searching for charity sector jobs. She came with champagne in hand after landing a dream job for a wonderful sounding organisation that runs recycling projects in special needs schools.
I’m happy for her – if not a little jealous – but I believe I’m going to lose yet another friend to our capital city. She doesn’t have a start date yet but at the moment it’s looking likely that she’ll be settled in the Big Smoke by as soon as September. If she hadn’t brought champers and the biggest, yummiest slice of fresh organic carrot cake I’ve ever seen, I might have given her a piece of my mind about leaving me stranded up North like this.
Speaking of charities, I have a new televisual obsession that just refuses to go away. Secret Millionaire is really doing it for me right now. I don’t know how I’ve managed to miss several series, but it’s the show my telly was made for and has me reaching for the Kleenex every time. It could be clever editing, but each hour long episode seems to have an amazing character arc. The millionaire always ends up a half sobbing wreck by the end, but not before they’ve learned some life lesson of truly Dostoevskian proportions.
Gok Wan follows, with a pretty decent program on Chinese cookery. The dishes are good and it’s easy to substitute with vegetarian ingredients without too much fuss. Gok is as entertaining as always, though I’m not sure where he gets his good lucks and charisma from – it certainly isn’t his dad.