Smelled like the first day of winter when I got up at six today. May sound daft that you can tell the season by smell, but folks that are old enough to remember red telephone boxes with dial phones.... I'm right, aren't I? Better get my Fuschia's under cover 'cause one decent northern frost will see them off. They've been promised shelter with a green fingered mate down south for the winter, who'll hopefully nurse them to slightly better health than they've been in for a while. I've a feeling the problem is that they don't like the wind - they're actually in a very windy spot, it can be gusty as hell up here and you get a bit of a vortex effect here at the end of the cul-de-sac.
A fairly quiet one at work... spent my first day on the radiation sniffer; it's all part of the security initiative post 9/11 and is quite a jolly toy; with the extra advantage that I got an extra hour akip, which is always appreciated. Suprised for a few seconds while wandering around the dock that from time to time I got little flashes of the old buzz I used to get about being there when I started, years ago. Funny that... for the last couple of years, I especially valued, nay relied on, little flashes of inspiration, good mood, reminders of who I could actually be if I could break through the moods. The catylist for that sort of reaction's changed these days, but I still love it when it happens, maybe there's a chance that actually one day I may be genuinely fulfilled again. I'm supposed to be on call for a week from tomorrow, but I booked a couple of days leave for a trip which as it turned out had to be scrubbed, so I shall take some time to myself. I think a day's plane spotting is in order for tomorrow, that is if I can find my camera charger in time, and drinkies with a mate in the evening. Then a weekend in the garden before planting my aged rellie down sarrrf on Monday. I've picked up a pager and packed a "go-bag" in case the balloon DOES go up and I'm wanted at short notice, but for previously booked leave, they can frankly kiss my arse. I know you'd expect a better attitude from a front line law enforcer, but quite honestly, at the moment I'm generally not impressed!
Sparky just left the house... my landline is all fixed after my unfortunate flooring cable snipping incident which is good. More work to be done next week, never know, this rathole might actually start looking like a saleable house by 2009.
A fairly quiet one at work... spent my first day on the radiation sniffer; it's all part of the security initiative post 9/11 and is quite a jolly toy; with the extra advantage that I got an extra hour akip, which is always appreciated. Suprised for a few seconds while wandering around the dock that from time to time I got little flashes of the old buzz I used to get about being there when I started, years ago. Funny that... for the last couple of years, I especially valued, nay relied on, little flashes of inspiration, good mood, reminders of who I could actually be if I could break through the moods. The catylist for that sort of reaction's changed these days, but I still love it when it happens, maybe there's a chance that actually one day I may be genuinely fulfilled again. I'm supposed to be on call for a week from tomorrow, but I booked a couple of days leave for a trip which as it turned out had to be scrubbed, so I shall take some time to myself. I think a day's plane spotting is in order for tomorrow, that is if I can find my camera charger in time, and drinkies with a mate in the evening. Then a weekend in the garden before planting my aged rellie down sarrrf on Monday. I've picked up a pager and packed a "go-bag" in case the balloon DOES go up and I'm wanted at short notice, but for previously booked leave, they can frankly kiss my arse. I know you'd expect a better attitude from a front line law enforcer, but quite honestly, at the moment I'm generally not impressed!
Sparky just left the house... my landline is all fixed after my unfortunate flooring cable snipping incident which is good. More work to be done next week, never know, this rathole might actually start looking like a saleable house by 2009.
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