Plastic toys

Full action man kit last night; the full low observable gear. Black trousers and boots; armour; beany hat a'la commando; camoflaged jacket. I'd have scared the crap out myself if I'd have run into myself in a dark alley; either that or pee'd myself laughing for seeing a fat pen pusher trying to get into the SAS which let's face it, just ain't me. The work was a little full on though, following the driving fun of the night before. I'm not sure what the health and safety manual says about climbing fifty or so feet's of vertical ladders over concrete in pitch darkness when you can't show a light, but I'd hazard a guess that the answer would go something along the lines of "don't". Ah, written by puffs, they are.

Anyway, that's the night shift done. I'm knackered. I have a cunning plan for relaxation; once I've moved out of the way all the things that have to be done today, and there are many. That plan involves beer, and quite a lot of it. See, it's a good plan !