Never a dull moment

The world of cycling has opened up before me, like a daffodil opening up to greet the Sun, or a cheap Mansfield hooker opening up to welcome a footballer.
On the plus side I feel fitter, stronger, healthier, and I can climb the stairs at work without a breakdown.
The negatives? My back is aching like I’ve been chopping down trees, and I have haemorrhoids the size of dumplings.
I decided not to go for the promotion at the supermarket. The current work is boring, repetitive and not worthy of my worst efforts, but I’m buggered if I want to add responsibility and more thought to it for the sake of an extra 60p an hour. I continue to search everywhere for a more suitable position but there is a Credit Crunch on.. Plus I have no experience anywhere beyond the lab at uni, I have no ambition whatsoever and I can’t be arsed to bum around as an unpaid assistant ‘just to get a foot in the door.’ I’d rather remain as an Overnight Stock Replenishment Assistant with an income, no dangerous substances, and a chance to steal the occasional cheesecake while I’m working.

Ted is back in hospital. Beryl found him slumped in a chair at midnight and couldn’t wake him up, so she panicked and called an ambulance. It turned out he’d been having a sneaky brandy after she’d gone to bed, and may have had a sip too many. Because of his recent heart attack, they insisted on taking him to hospital, with him slurring and swearing at Beryl as they loaded him up, and her screaming something about divorce. We await further developments…

RC 18-6-09
2052 BST