3 things (one good, one bad, one snugly)

TheLoveMachine has risen from the grave!
I didn’t understand half of what Jim at the garage told me, but a bit of the engine needed replacing and she had to have a bit of a clean-up, and all-in-all it cost me £120. That’s not bad for a full days fix-up, and she now sounds better than she has for months. Jim said “If you treat this old bus with care, I bet she’ll keep you going for years, chap” I don’t really have a clue about these things so I just said “Cheers mate, I’ll bring her back in for a service” and that was that.  Later on I shall look up what ‘a service’ actually involves and see if it might be worth considering.

Work continues to drag me into depression. Christmas is looming over the horizon like a fat girl chasing after chocolate and we’re all supposed to ‘up our game’ to ‘maximise in-store profit margins’
I really can’t be arsed.
In my opinion, we’ve all worked hard all year, and the company is making billions, so we should be allowed to slow down a bit as we approach the years end and get to enjoy a relaxed Christmas break with our loved ones. Is that likely to happen? Of course not. Company policy is to work it’s staff to death, then bring them back to life so they can work a bit more and eke yet a few more pennies out of poor Joe Public.  Philippa gets quite a nice break after Christmas but will we get to enjoy it? No - she’ll be pigging out on snacks alone at home while I deal with another rush of customers on Boxing Day.
That care work course application pack I got through the post on Friday is looking more attractive by the second…

Philippa and I have both got tomorrow morning free, so we’ve planned to stay in bed. My work shifts have been all over the place recently but the Gods have finally granted us some cuddling time. Philippa is taking the morning off and says she ’can’t wait to get re-acquainted.’ Yum, yum and yummy.

RC 22-11-12