A potpourri of midweek musingness

Philippa is a bit huffy with me at the moment. Not sure if it’s ‘lady things’ or whether she’s annoyed with me for the fact that I’m avoiding the doctors, even though I keep falling asleep early every evening and waking in the night with cramp and an overactive bladder.
  
There are rumours, yet again, of amalgamation within the ‘area-wide filling station management structure’ which basically means some consultant has persuaded Head Office they could save a few quid by making some poor sap run three of four garages instead of one. Yet another example of customer service and staff morale being jeopardised for the sake of wage cuts. Of course, it may just be rumours…

This has almost crept up on me, but British Summer Time is back in a few days!! Yeah baby! Normally, I’m counting this one down on the calendar, but with the Beast From The East and the Pain From Within distracting me recently it’s caught me out. Three more nights of Greenwich sodding Mean Time and then we can kick it out for 7 months and actually DO THINGS AFTER TEA!! I think it’s called MEAN time, by the way, because that’s what it is - mean. Nasty. Annoying. Pain-inducing. Tormenting. MEAN.

RC 21-3-18