Did ya miss me ?

Heh! Been in Lincoln for the past few days, knocking lumps out of my fellow drones and in turn having lumps knocked out of me in return. The annual fighting course. Like to think that the lumpage equasion balanced out in my favor in the end. Knocked at least one trainer flying this morning. Hey, they said to hit them with full force. The jolly news is that my lungs held out pretty well and I'm not dead yet; going to see the quack very soon to get this gym ban lifted if I can, very much enjoyed and benefited from the extra exercise, actually feel a lot better in myself at the moment. Enjoyed plenty of excellent food and drink, pleasant to get away with the mob and actually ran into a few old faces from previous lives, as it were... one dog handler and one analyst from down south whom I used to work with. That's the joy of the training centre, always a face from old, hidden away in there somewhere. A very enjoyable sess' on the beer last night, finished up with a couple of rather nice malt whiskeys they'd got hidden away out of the light at most reasonable prices too. If they'd have sold big chuffy cigars, I might have had to have been pretentious!

Well, back at Fortress Shadey again. Gizmo's pleased to see me, but doesn't appear to have left me any presents around the place. Good. There's a strange smell somewhere, but I'm not sure that it isn't me. And there's crisis. The bike battery does not appear to be charging. That's more potential expense on top of the car radiator crisis. Fantastic. Not. And come what may, I need a set of wheels in time for Friday afternoon as head south, I must. Down to Ippo, and then off to London for Mrs JH's birthday fun and games, and plenty beer. All of which actually involve me BEING there, rather than sitting in Helltown on Sea hitting bits of Honda with a hammer, and trying to start a 1997 Kawasaki with a starting handle....