So, if a picture could paint a 1000 words, this tells a story. C got her pot off today and is now just about walkable. The JS has nearly reached a conclusion, the weather has perked up and my head is almost fixed…..
And the picture makes it clear: 82 working days to go. Indeed looking at the detail I have over one day off for every two working days left. Now all this seems a bit childlike, and I used to deplore chuff charts on Op Tours. But, what the hell! It’s a good story.
Till next time.
Has Alex Salmond thought through what happens to Poundland shops in Aberdeen if they get independence? Surely on its own it’s a reason for a NO vote?
Just back from half term. It’s been a difficult week for which I must take a good slab of responsibility. Mary first with a storm and a half that blew her electricity. Then Kevin (who seemed in a good enough place) with Georgina and Grace both holding their ends up against some odds. Best of luck to Georgina as she applies for the Army this week. Then Mum and Dad. Dad still can’t get his head round why I’m leaving and taking a break; it’s a long and complicated discussion which is irreconcilable I feel. Mum is slowing down, but still managed to knock up a really lovely Sunday lunch.
Then off on our own, but picking up Bex in Cambridge who had just parted with Mike, so a tearful day in a Caravan Club quarry, and a pretty miserable (ok, my fault) morning in Cambridge with C in a wheelchair, rain and me wanting some space. Afterwards we stopped off East of Birmingham in what would have been a lovely site, but there was no ‘dry under foot’ room to get a view. Finally to Chapel Lane south of Birmingham, then outside Bex’s to go out to supper with her church friends. The latter started with an interesting taxi drive with a Muslim driver who decided we were ready to be converted. Curry with the gatekeeper (in joke, I’ll explain if asked) and then a trip down to Jen in Bristol. C made supper for the four of us and I have to say, very unusually for me, being with Jen and James was the highlight of the week.
Home now. Back to work tomorrow in a better place than when I left a week ago. The van was pretty faultless, but on inspection of the massive vans round the Chapel Lane site we did ask ourselves whether we have enough room. I guess, less the bed which is huge, everything is as small as it can be. As a result the van is small, nippy and economical. With C in plaster and poor weather (again – what a rubbish country we live in) we did struggle at times, but we are still married, so that must be a good sign.
Fridge still playing up, so I’m messing about with that now. Other than that, it’s 15 working weeks left…….. That’s half an op tour, so I must count my blessings. Till next time.
I’m not sure I’m into posting silly pictures. C has the monopoly on this with her Facebook site. But I feel inclined to put this photo on as we are less than 5 days away from half term…..and we are getting into the ‘vanning’ spirit. I hope you saw what I did with introducing a new verb there: to van.
The photo shows clearly man’s mastery of multi-tasking.
D minus something or other. But for you teachers out there at the end of this week just three short terms, each of five weeks. We’re on our way!
February 7th. The start of the Winter Olympics, more rain forecast here to add to horrendous floods and overspill in the SW, one week to go before half term and a month which is not actually Yellow February (to follow on from Black January) but is more Dark Red. But we are getting there.
The offending article…..
Work is entering an interesting phase in the JS, but too sensitive to report on the www. Saw a wonderful t-shirt with: “GCHQ – always listening to our customers”.
Planning to pop along and see Mum and Dad and Mary for half term and ending up with Rebecca and a curry with her church (meeting Mike…..mmmmmm) on the Friday. To say that I can’t wait to get away in the van is an understatement, is an understatement……
Till next time.
What with more rain that you can shake a hose at, C’s foot, my head, Jen, some tough work and a generally overcast demeanour, we had no problems defining last month as Black January. It has been miserable, although at least we’ve not been flooded like many of our fellow Somerset folk.
I make it less that 100 working days to go. Or D-154. Whichever way you look at it, it’s pretty monumental. Even C is commenting on ‘when we go away in the summer’. The van’s been into the doctors and got its aircon and leak fixed. I’ve done some other small mods, and we have just ordered a DAB radio for the bedroom. All-in-all, it’s all systems go.
Yes work is tough. Going to work in the dark and coming home in the dark has been a struggle, but even the dark is lifting there. And the nature of what I am up to in the JS is emotionally wearing. But it’s good to have a bit of a project to work on.