Computer bore

A computer bore is what I am likely to become. With our new management system coming I have been training on web opac set up today. Next week we have circulation user training Mon- wed, then System admin on Thursday and catalogue set up on Friday. By Friday next week I may be brain dead.

However the following week I am going through the circ training again. The way these things work is by cascade training. The new system is taught to a number of people - usually 6 or 8, and they then teach all the rest of the staff. We are lucky in that we have the funds to put 12 people through the train-the-trainer 3 day training We are also lucky that we employ a professional trainer, who isn't a librarian, who is organising the cascade training. However as the project manager I need to do all the training, and also attend a lot of the cascade training to be sure that everyone is comfortable with it,but also to get feedback from them. We have lots of staff who have worked in libraries a long time and have lots of experience in the day to day running (far more than me, because I don't do that). Two of us have done the set up, but we need to be sure that it works in practice so we need to attend the cascade training to find out what doesn't work so well, what needs altering and so on.

In addition to this we have the cataloguing and acquisitions which only three of us need to learn but we do need to learn that too. Basically I am doing training or setting up systems all day every day between now and when we go life in March. I am starting to panic a little bit because there is so much to do and the days are whizzing by.

It is odd how things happen so that you have masses to do at one time, while at others you are able to take things at a much more leisurely pace. It would be helpful if things would even themselves out better.

More snow (again)

We had rain yesterday and the rain washed away the remains of the snow The it snowed again. We got about 4 inches. It looked lovely but...

Actually we got off lightly because we live by the sea, when you go further up the valleys and gain height they have feet of snow and are stuck again.

I got into work alright, and actually got in quicker today than the previous two days because there was less traffic.

Nic and I spent hours last night on ebay looking for saddles It sounds straightforward but, like most particular sports and activities, it is never that simple. They come in different sizes, measured by length of back and by width eg 16 inch medium fit. Then there are general purpose, jumping, dressage, showing, western saddles. The have different sorts of trees, or half trees, or no trees, they are leather, (different colours, different types), synthetic or a combination . There are different colours, different makers, different qualities, and - of course - different prices. It was very educational and I know lots more about saddles than I did yesterday. We did find one, which is an old Argentinian jumping saddle which we did buy. Old leather which has been well looked after is often much better than buying something new because it becomes supple and soft. Nic used to work for one of the top show riders in the UK and all his tack he had had for year and years. It was well cared for, mended when necessary and had been going for his entire career - some things about40 years. Amazing.

I saw 2 lapwings on the grass at St Donats on Sunday - just hopping around like a thrush. I've never seen one close up, and there were 2.

I am watching a programme about how the wildlife are managing with this weather, and in many cases that is not very well. Sad.

Wolf Hall

I have just finished reading 'Wolf Hall' by Hilary Mantle, which won the Booker this year. I don't habitually read the Booker winner, only if it is a book that appeals to me. Some of them I have loved eg Life of Pi, and some I have thought very undeserving eg Sacred Hunger by Barry Unsworth.

I would have read 'wolf Hall' anyway, because the subject interests me. Kate is a bit obsessed with Tudor history, and although less obsessed than she is, I like historical novels. Thomas Cromwell as a subject is an unusual choice because normally he is a black crow in the background The man who pushed through the marriage of Anne Boleyn, organised the dissolution of the monastries, and eventually came to grief when he chose the wrong 4th wife for Henry VIII. Hilary Mantle has done two things which are interesting. One is to look at Cromwell as a man, as a person, someone who came from somewhere, had family, friends, motivations, not just a cardboard baddy. The other thing is the way she has written the book. At first the style is a bit offputting because in places it is almost stream of consciousness, which is very unusual in a historical novel. There is no dominant authorial voice filling in the history for you, if you want extra background Mantle is leaving you to go and look it up yourself.

It takes the story through the successful beginnings of Cromwell's story, until the execution of Thomas More, so there is another book to come which will take us through the dissolution of the monastries and then to his fall and execution.

She has succeeded completely in making Cromwell a real, interesting person. It will be intriguing to see how she manages to deal with the dissolution of the monastries. She has set him up as a man who is a believer in the Reformation, that the teachings of Luther and Tyndale are the ones that should be followed, so the destruction of the monastries has been well set up as she has already got him hating the corruption of the clergy etc. I will definitely be reading the next one when it comes out.

There were interesting things in some critical comments over the fact that there were so many historical novels in the short list this year. The very sniffy remarks about genre fiction as though the fact that it was a historical novel made it inherently less worthwhile. You would have thought that by now people would have got past this and realise that there are excellent books written in all genres and dreadful books as well, plus dreadful books written as 'mainstream' fiction. You need to take the book on its own merits surely, and not say that because it is either crime or historical or SF it must be bad. It may be bad, it may be good but being part of that genre doesn't make it either.

Back into the office

I made it back into the office today, which was a good thing. It wasn't as cold today because the wind had dropped a lot. The pavements were very icy though which is making the A&E departments expect lots of people with broken bones I gather.

It is a bit odd still though. I was setting up a meeting today which should have taken place yesterday, and we cancelled that. One of the people is coming from Bristol so hopefully we will be able to have it tomorrow, but we are phoning at 9 to confirm that the transport will work. We were thinking about having the meeting on Monday, but there is more snow forecast over the weekend so we thought we had better get it in before then if we can.

The Christmas present for my middle brother's family has been a big hamper of lovely foods which I send to my brother and they divide up on Christmas day. However because we didn't get to my sister's house to deliver it, it is still sitting in my house. So tonight I am going to divide it up into smaller postable parcels and get them sent off. Otherwise it may be Easter before they get them!

Llantwit in snow

This is Saffy during our walk before work this morning. It was, as you can see, snowy this morning. Saffy loved it.
This is the street outside the house.
And this was a tree in the park in the morning. So pretty.

It looks lovely, but in a country as ill prepared for it as we are it does create chaos.

I was going to go to work in Barry, about 13 miles away, but it started snowing again so I decided to not drive. That means going to Llantwit library. Our snow instructions are to go to our nearest library when we can't get to our place of work. As well as me there were 3 other people who should have been elsewhere who turned up to Llantwit, however some of the other people who should have been in Llantwit were elsewhere. Overall it evened out, and all but 1 small branch library opened and was staffed, so that was ok. The mobile libraries didn't go out though as they drive round the small lanes and those were not at all passable unless you were in a 4x4 or a tractor.

Tomorrow I do hope to get to my office because I have loads of work to do and I can't do it from Llantwit library.

Fingers crossed.

Cold, colds and work

Back to work today. It was cold in the office because we have problems with the water pressure in the building so turn the heating down when we are away for longer than overnight, and in the general return to work we didn't actually remember to turn it back up till about 10.30. We were saying how cold it was, and putting extra layers on, but after we turned the temp up it did get warmer.

Pam had a cold before Xmas which she gave to me, and I gave to Kate and then Brian. Dene has a different and nastier cold and is coughing a lot today. Bugs and more bugs going round and round. Ugh.

One of the mobile libraries is having problems with its heaters - ie they aren't working, which is a real handicap for the drivers.

The forecast is more snow and still cold. Oh dear oh dear.

Staying at home

We tried to go to Pembrokeshire on Friday so we packed up and set off after lunch. We got over half way, past Carmarthen, when we met a blizzard - a small blizzard, but it was still very snowy, so after a bit of whittering we decided to turn round and come back home. The main reason was that we didn't really want to get stuck down there. But the journey back took over twice as long as it should as we were on one lane only, and very sensibly, everyone was driving slowly.

So yesterday we went into the National Museum in Cardiff to look at a Rembrandt painting and some of his etchings in a small exhibition they had on. The painting is a portrait which you can see here and has all the wonderful detail of light and shade, depth and reality which you expect from him. They also have an exhibition of Gwen John and Rodin with some glorious bronzes there, though the one I would have taken home (given a choice) would actually have been a little Degas bronze rather than the Rondin's. One of our new year resolutions is to go there regularly. They have great things there and we just don't go often. Partly that is because years ago you had to pay to get in, so we only went on special occasions, and are therefore not in the habit. There were loads of families and kids there too, partly because they have a Lauren Child exhibition on as well, which we didn't get to see. It was a good afternoon.

Today is the last day of the holidays, and it is back to work tomorrow. I have successfully not thought about work much over the 11 days I have had off over Christmas, but the new computer system will be all systems go from next week on.