We
got home last night shortly after midnight. It was cold, so we had a
cuppa (decaffeinated) to warm ourselves up. By the time we'd
watched a couple of episodes of "Haven" it was 2am.
Still, a late night might make me sleep in the next morning. Some
hope - “My Boy TM ” came home
“quietly”shortly after 8am, and spent about an hour
clumping round the house before setting off again.
The
Bat texted - was it too cold to swim across the duck pond to sort out
the duck house? Bearing in mind that it had snowed a little
overnight, we decided that it was too cold.
I
wasn't impressed with the snow. there wasn't much - only a slight
dusting. But I'd spent some time yesterday clearing the pavement only
to have it covered over again. For
all that the temperature was above freezing point today (for
the first time all week),
with melting snow everywhere, it was too muddy and too slippery to do
anything or go anywhere today. I'm getting fed up with Sundays: just
lately they are being wasted in front of the telly because it's
generally too horrible to do anything else.
Over
a spot of brekkie I called up some job-hunting web sites on my
lap-top, and thought I'd spend a few minutes applying for jobs. Three
hours later i decided that my head was spinning and so I gave up.
I've applied for loads of jobs today: some I could do easily, some I
could probably do, and some I haven't really got a hope. But applying
through agencies puts my C.V. in front of the people who should be
having my C.V.
And
my point was proved: as I slept through episodes of "Only
Fools and Horses" my mobile rang. A chap at one of the
employment agencies had seen my C.V. come though an hour or so
previously, and he wondered if he might put me forward for a position
he had in mind.I didn't realise that the employment agencies worked
on Sundays, but here's hoping...
We
then went fo a bit of a drive - "er
indoors TM"
had seen a coat advertised on the local Facebook "Get
It Here"
list. Normally retailing at a squillion quid, this one was advertised
at fifty pence, having only been worn once. The drive to Bethersden
was rather dull, but it was something to do.
Having
something to do on a Sunday is always good.
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