With a double dose of
catalogues to unload onto an unsuspecting public this morning I made
an early start. I was just delivering the last one when a voice
called out: "What you sticking through my letter box!"
Suspecting the worst I put a happy smile on my face and prepared to
get an earful of abuse. But to my surprise it was a chap I used to
work with. Someone who's even on my Facebook list. He'd seen me
delivering to his house, recognised me, and had come out to see how I
had been keeping. We spent an enjoyable ten minutes chatting. I'd not
seen him for ages. It was good to catch up.
And so home, where I
applied for a few jobs. And had a couple of phone calls from
agencies. Something might come of these applications, something might
not. Time will tell; it usually does.
"My Boy TM"
was about; clumping up and down the stairs, as he does. Just as I was
getting a tad peckish he hollered up the stairs to me. Did I fancy a
hot dog sandwich? He had a tin of eight of the things and didn't want
them all. I was quite happy to have lunch made for me, and I sat with
him and scoffed. Very nice (!)
As he set off out to work
I wrote a letter to the bank about the astro club's account; a year
after we told them about the change of address for bank statements
they are still sending the statements to the wrong address. I then
set myself in front of the telly with a plan to muck about doing
on-line surveys on my lap-top for the afternoon. I didn't get many
done - I had quite a few phone calls from employment agencies with
possible jobs for me. Some seemed quite appealing. Some impractical.
We shall see.
This evening I had
planned to get the cameras out and have a go at photographing the
deer at Kings Wood. But I cancelled that idea in favour of a better
offer from the Heaths Countryside Corridor (a bunch we know
through the arky-ologee club) inviting us to a bat
and newt evening.
And then I remembered it
was astro club committee this evening. Oh well - so much for making
plans.
Mind you, although a
committee meeting sounds much duller, it wasn't. A chance to meet up
with a gaggle of people who have become some of my staunchest friends
is always a good thing.
And I had a letter I
needed countersigning by the committee bods too...
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