Definite decision

Okay - every blog entry this month will have an alliterative two-word title. That's not the most imaginative or interesting Blog Challenge I've ever set myself, but it's something.

Gavin has asked me again about doing some work for the South-West branch of his Empire. He does seem to like the idea of me being as far away from his Suffolk sites as possible sometimes. You may remember I spent a bit of time down there back in Summer 2023, right in the middle of the busiest spell we have here, which was rather annoying, but I did it. He then tried to persuade me to move down there permanently, which I managed to talk him out of. I suppose I should be flattered that he holds me in such esteem that he trusts me to do a good job for him, but it also worries me a little that he can't find someone suitable down there and keeps having to send members of his East Anglia cohort across country to help them out. I guess it's not easy keeping an eye on businesses you own when they're eight hours drive away from your home. Anyway - it's not my problem, and I'm not going to make it my problem. I've made it clear that I'm happy and settled here and not looking to move my family, or be away from them, even for a couple of weeks.

I am, after all, going to sit up on Sunday and watch the Super Bowl. I really can't bear the idea of watching the Chiefs win again, but it's a bit of a tradition, and my favourite annual sporting event, and an excuse to be up late eating unhealthy snacks, so I've booked Monday off work and I shall be filling the kitchen with American-themed foodstuffs at the weekend.

RC 4-2-25