Well that's that then

By 'eck, Cheeky Vimto's aren't good for you. Picked up by my lift into work today, as I abandoned the car at a pub yesterday. Felt a little off colour but felt much better to see that the only one of my fellow boozers who made it into work was totally broken. Yay!

If yesterday's post had ever made it on here, you'd have read that the station was on wind down for the period, which almost guaranteed that we'd have a crisis of some description. Duly, it happened. Major success, the late crew had to work a double shift to get it all done and squared away; the bad guys can consider themselves fairly screwed this time. We had a reasonably sensible time, considering. Went out with official papers to traders premises, had piss off a link in the chain who needed to be pissed off - and duly pissed him off. Hey ho, it pays the mortagage.

And so it's done.

Final shift of the year is over. There's a dead mouse among the cards on the mat when I got home. Christmas is not looking quite as bleak as it was; in fact it's looking bloody hectic and I'm going to cover a lot of miles; going south, then far south, then north, far north, east and south again before I get to head home North on Jan 1st. If anybody in Cornwall wants to invite me over, I can get all compass points in. Had a couple of invites today which I'm going to try to honour; also got a few already, people to see, etc. This could be rather groovy. I've got a gut feeling about this break; I feel curiously upbeat, it's as if I can feel movement in the wind. Oh, sorry, that's beer guts again....