Watch tapping

I have turned into a watch tapper. Literally every five minutes I find myself glaring at some poor unsuspecting victim whilst furiously tapping the face of my watch.

This is a new habit, formed after Cisco Live in Barcelona last week which was primarily spent walking around 8Ks a day (according to my Health app) round the labyrinthine Fira.

Our schedules for Cisco Live were managed down to the last footstep; distances measured in minutes, presentations delivered to the second. And so the tapping of the watch began...

Unfortunately I now seem unable to stop, which is a worry. Having done yet another 'glare and tap'  this morning, I've taken the advice of a colleague and moved the watch to my right wrist in the hope that it'll end this (slightly alarming) new practice.

In other news, I'm out and about again, this time in Paris for a second time in four weeks. Being away is becoming increasingly difficult, mainly because these recent trips have come very close together, so time at home in between has been short. I know everyone is fine without me, but it doesn't stop me missing the family. Having said that, on the FaceTime I did yesterday from a bateau mouche on the Seine, James barely spoke he was in such a foul temper - about what I didn't catch, could be anything - while William gurned and coughed into the camera giving me a delightful view of teeth and tonsils.

Sometimes I despair. Eddie and I put so much effort and time into helping and supporting the boys. We call when we're away, we miss them when they're away. And we don't seem to get much back at all. Maybe that's just the nature of being a parent? Or is it a boy thing? I don't know, but it hurts.

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