Dodgy bird in my bedroom
Makes a change to find a fine bird in my bedroom.
Coz the cat's ususally mutilated them by the time I get to them.
B'dum 'tish. Made you look, made you stare, made you lose your underwear. Hey, did you use that rhyme at primary school, or was it just my lot? Anyway mucky reader, wash your mind out.
But seriously, a stressed out Sparrow fluttering about in my room yesterday, duly rescued. Fine specimen, young adult by the look of things, and bearing none of the usual signs of a close up dental examination of my pet, such as missing head, etc. Gizmo's seemingly becoming a bird specialist. A bit like his old man then. Ah-ha! Yeah right. It was actually a fairly busy one yesterday. On arriving back from the fun factory, dug out an old set of work overalls and set about the garden, the bike, the kitchen and lots of other things. Lots of stuff shoved in sacks and shoved in bins, the jetwash taken out and hit with hammers until it worked, and 500 miles worth of frozen roadgrime blasted off the Mile Eater. Going to be a big job doing a full clean on that, but at least the worst of it's off. The new numberplate is on and looks lovely. Actually, that jetwasher is a damned fine toy, glad I've bothered to resurrect it properly. Forgot just how useful it was for a cheap thing.
I think in fact what we've got going on here is a spring clean, at no point have I consciously decided to do one, I think it's just time. Huzzah.
Another lack of sleep last night, another day of work at the factory of fun. Managed to blag duty in the selection point with a fairly decent crowd this morning, so that kept me out of the rubbish. After which I got stuck in to a bit of self-retraining for a while before they made me go out and sing for my supper again. Well, ain't no other of that necessary re-training going to happen any time soon so I've blagged an enormous pile of notes and am sorting it myself. Actually remembered to bring my proper issue boots into work today... they're universally badly thought of, but they've got Kevlar toecaps rather than steel so they don't excite people with metal detectors. For the last few days I've had to resort to an old, but immaculately polished pair of the old ones. A much nicer, lighter, more comfortable boot, very much enjoyed wearing them again. But they charged their price... blisters on the toe joints and what feels suspiciously like an ingrown toenail. Nice, I don't think. Finished the day on rare good news. The management switch around I mentioned an entry or two back has been partially scrubbed, the bloke that was going to be leaving us for a posting in Hell is staying put... everyone's genuinely delighted; and the two days off I've put in for in the last couple of weeks have been approved. Yay! Got beer coming up at the weekend, including Leicster, so I need to arrange these things!
Coz the cat's ususally mutilated them by the time I get to them.
B'dum 'tish. Made you look, made you stare, made you lose your underwear. Hey, did you use that rhyme at primary school, or was it just my lot? Anyway mucky reader, wash your mind out.
But seriously, a stressed out Sparrow fluttering about in my room yesterday, duly rescued. Fine specimen, young adult by the look of things, and bearing none of the usual signs of a close up dental examination of my pet, such as missing head, etc. Gizmo's seemingly becoming a bird specialist. A bit like his old man then. Ah-ha! Yeah right. It was actually a fairly busy one yesterday. On arriving back from the fun factory, dug out an old set of work overalls and set about the garden, the bike, the kitchen and lots of other things. Lots of stuff shoved in sacks and shoved in bins, the jetwash taken out and hit with hammers until it worked, and 500 miles worth of frozen roadgrime blasted off the Mile Eater. Going to be a big job doing a full clean on that, but at least the worst of it's off. The new numberplate is on and looks lovely. Actually, that jetwasher is a damned fine toy, glad I've bothered to resurrect it properly. Forgot just how useful it was for a cheap thing.
I think in fact what we've got going on here is a spring clean, at no point have I consciously decided to do one, I think it's just time. Huzzah.
Another lack of sleep last night, another day of work at the factory of fun. Managed to blag duty in the selection point with a fairly decent crowd this morning, so that kept me out of the rubbish. After which I got stuck in to a bit of self-retraining for a while before they made me go out and sing for my supper again. Well, ain't no other of that necessary re-training going to happen any time soon so I've blagged an enormous pile of notes and am sorting it myself. Actually remembered to bring my proper issue boots into work today... they're universally badly thought of, but they've got Kevlar toecaps rather than steel so they don't excite people with metal detectors. For the last few days I've had to resort to an old, but immaculately polished pair of the old ones. A much nicer, lighter, more comfortable boot, very much enjoyed wearing them again. But they charged their price... blisters on the toe joints and what feels suspiciously like an ingrown toenail. Nice, I don't think. Finished the day on rare good news. The management switch around I mentioned an entry or two back has been partially scrubbed, the bloke that was going to be leaving us for a posting in Hell is staying put... everyone's genuinely delighted; and the two days off I've put in for in the last couple of weeks have been approved. Yay! Got beer coming up at the weekend, including Leicster, so I need to arrange these things!
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