Over the last few weeks and months Fudge has been rather
soppy at breakfast time; wanting cuddles.
Not today.
Today as I watched “Dad’s
Army” and scoffed my brekkie I had to turn up the volume on the telly so I
could hear it over his snoring.
I set off to work earlier than usual; not knowing how long
the journey would take. Today saw the start of a three-month secondment to the
Tunbridge Wells Hospital at Pembury. As I drove the pundits on the radio were
discussing all sorts of topics; wage inequalities in the BBC, Oprah Winfrey’s
latest speech, the Prime Minister’s cabinet re-shuffle. All of it was “blah blah blah”. On my usual trip I find
driving up the motorway can be dull and the radio is a good distraction to the
boredom. Today’s journey was country lanes in pitch darkness and I had to
concentrate.
I get to new work, and… The job was good. The people are
friendly and welcoming. The bosses are approachable. But it is all the little
things. I soon found the lady who organises the tea and coffee and joined in.
But there is always the uncomfortable “being
the new boy” thing. People stop telling the knob jokes until they get to
know me. I don’t know where anything is kept. And I’m not keen on an unfamiliar
toilet - I can’t sit just anywhere to read my Kindle.
I expect I’ll get used to it. I don’t really have much
choice.
"er indoors TM" boiled up a
rather good bit of scran this evening, then went bowling like she does most
Monday nights. Being “home alone” I put
on last night’s episode of “SAS: Who
Dares Wins”. I do like that show; I’m *so*
glad I never had to do National Service.
I also scoffed the last of the black forest and cream left
over from Boxing Day. “Best Before”
dates - Pah (!)
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