Grey

Don'tcha hate days like this? A low blocked in overcast. Gusting winds. Misty rain that can't quite make it's mind up whether it's going to bother or not. You just can't get the weather these days. But at least it's a lie in as my late arrival home yesterday after the four hour trip home put me outside of the time I have to have as rest if I wanted to join the team for their 6am start. Oh dear. What a shame. Never mind. Blessed be the European Working Time Directive. Not a bad thing anyway, it's good to let his cattiness get used to me being back, what with last weekend away, his routine's a little off kilter and they don't like that, he's a little scatty at the mo. Mind you, still delivered a dead mouse neatly camouflaged on the lounge carpet for my boot to find. I really must get rid of that carpet, if only for hygiene reasons!!

After the nice tight works Volvo with the low profile tyres, my old Vecc'y feels like Borat's wife, loose and sloppy. But bomb into work I did, and managed to avoid actually doing any proper work, which is a suprisingly good thing. Because I spent the time getting an enormous backlog of other important stuff barged out of the way and with good reason; as of now I am on holiday for three weeks. OK, I've got to cover one weekend in October for reasons I shall not bore with, but apart from that, most of next month is mine. And I've just worked out it's payday. I'm going to the pub. Seeya !