Back up north

Got sent up to one of my old stamping grounds by queen and country today; a night's sleep would have been useful. Instead I got lots and lots and lots of attention from the small guy; then to be woken again to see the dead mouse he was punting across the bedroom; then to be woken again by nausiating crunching sounds that I tried to ignore, but later revealed themselves to be coming from a messy red thing that he'd been eating where a mouse once was. Maybe a subtle hint that he's had enough of dry food and it's time I fed him meat? Revolting. That was a two tissue job, getting rid of that one. Glad I didn't have my glasses on.

SO... up early, showered, shaved, a bit of house work and then into the fun factory where they planned to send me and a whole bunch of people up to Wetherby in North Yorkieland for a presentation. Seventy five'ish mile hike; only for us to arrive and discover said presentation had been cancelled, nobody had thought to tell us. Ah, efficient, is the government. We're a classy outfit. Looooooooooooooooooooow class.....

Which left time for a bit of a mooch around Wetherby to drink coffee (decaff; yeuch) before the return. Stone buildings. Nice shops. House prices that make you go "ARRRGHHHHHH". Felt like a friendly place again. Definately a spring in the step from yours truly; a direct link back to happy times from the brickwork. A good morning, if a bit of an abortion from a time and motion point of view. Which paved the way for the rest of the day to go to shite....

They've downgraded me to category 4 health, which means my place on the violence course refresher in December is going to be cancelled; which means my thumping ticket is expired after Feb' next year until after this health business gets sorted; which is very possibly going to queer me professionally. Marks out of ten for happiness, I'm chucking out about minus a million as I leave work. Furious with them, and gutted at the same time. My pop around the supermarket on the food shop turned into an hour or so; I think it was a stomp&grumblefest; always useful in these circumstances. A ton of supplies bought, which distracted me at least. All healthy; gritted my teeth and walked past the lovely fresh meat pies and cheeses.... bastard medico's, bloody health nazi's, why can't you just let a bloke die happy? A couple of days off now; stuff to do beckoneth....