A day of our lives

Practically every day is a day of our existence. Sometimes, however, some things happen and times starts going quickly and you feel yourself almost helpless as to how to keep up. The morning of the 31st of Jul was one of my least favorite as what seemed inevitable happened and I got in an unpleasant argument with one of the project members. It is quite silly to try and explain who said what and why we started speaking awful things to each other in the first place, the result was a gloomy start to what was supposed to be a positive day. At about 10.30 our first visitor for the day came into the Training room. It was a woman, whose surname I sadly did not remember and I hope you all accept my sincerest apologies. This woman, named Margaret, held a lecture on the topic of a project in which she is a key-player: Dating Old Welsh Houses! The lecture was mostly about the merits of dendrochronology for the successful creation of a Master Chronology for old house mostly throughout North-west Wales. Right after the lecture a team of about 20 people came to the site, all participants in the Old Welsh Houses project. They were separated in 3 groups and that is where our smiley faces went in action and we started our tours around the site. It was Jenna's turn to show Team C's group the Lower House. Unluckily this was a rainy day and not one of the most pleasant experiences for our guests. After the tour was finished, tea and coffee were served and feedback sheets were filled we founds ourselves alone and happy in the Training room. Did I really forget to mention this was also Rosie's birthday. After the official part of the day was over we gathered together for the blowing of candles and a bit of cake and tea. After only 2 weeks the dynamic of the whole group is so different as to what it was in the beginning that all of us being in the Training room now has a new meaning. After cake Heather, our PhD supervisor gave us a talk on pottery, which got me thinking of how much more there is out there for me to be interested in. This was pretty much the end of our day. Well, not exactly because in the evening we went to a pub in Tremadog to celebrate Rosie's birthday. But that is a story we would rather keep to ourselves.