I don’t
want to go on about the weather again, but I must acknowledge that it affects
me, and today felt like an early Winter Saturday. I thought “Sod it! I’ll show
this bastard climate and defy it by having a barbecue anyway!” but it was too
windy in our garden to get the coals going!
Stupid
country.
My
only hope is that we have a September and October that are both in the 20s
Celsius and full of blazing sunshine.
We’re
seeing Ted and Beryl tomorrow. Knowing her, she’s already planning for
Christmas, so there’ll be loads of cakes and pastries and biscuits as she
starts practising early to get them right before December. Mathew is excited
about going. He loves the non-stop attention and spoiling he gets from Beryl,
and he seems to be utterly captivated by Ted. It’s strange, because Ted isn’t
exactly the most child-friendly of octogenarians, and yet Mathew can’t get
enough of him.
Working
Saturday’s is ok, but I do miss those garage times when I got to be at home on
both days at the weekend, and often the Monday too.
What
am I saying?
Talk about engineering
things to moan about in your current situation by lying to yourself about the past
– even when I had days off from the garages, I was having to check on staff and
deal with Management e-mails, so I may have been ‘at home’ but it wasn’t exactly
relaxing. Yes, I think I’ll stay where I am now, thanks.
RC 28-8-21
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