So I'm up at five to one in the morning, listening to Radio 4 repeats, feeling pretty sparky and wakey and wondering why there's no wine or orange juice in the house and wanting to reboot what still remains of my body clock - must have been working a week of nights again. Think the highlight of the week was freeing some pidgeons from snare traps atop a very tall place on the east coast while we were watching out for miscreants, while the nearest thing to a proper operational tasking was a anticlimatic clusterfuck of simply epic proportions that'll bore me for life. The "wakey at stupid hours of the night" aspects were suspiciously alright, and I have to confess that on the whole I considered the week a positive thing, good to get the team away from the rattle and hum of the ordinary working day. Would have been nice to achive something for all that physical distress though. Two pidgeons saved, while pretty good on the karma front, and the foxes (2) and badger (1) that we saw while out and about (which was interesting) really aren't what the government deploys an expensive team of trained law enforcers for.
Anyways up, it's been a while, where are we with things then? First off, I'm mobile again, twice so. Most recently, the big shouty green motorbike that's been in pieces in my drive for the last year and ten months since it's engine went splut, and was more recently causing heartache when the rebuilt engine had a failure is rebuilt, adjusted, and much to my suprise sailed through it's MOT with only the one snag, which the garage botched a fix on and passed it rather than a fail, an expensive part, another test fee... all in all the sort of thing this garage USED to do when they were smaller and still cool. In fact, I have allocated them Good Chap points, which is something they've not had in years, since they started doing things professionally.
Also, we have wheels(4) again. Since GLC popped it's cloggs (corpse still to be found outside my house while I try to arrange burial, which is a sod to do when you're living at the other end of the day to all the rest of the people in the world, especially the scrap dealers), transportation has been a tad difficult to say the least. I was shopping around for a runabout to use while I arranged a permanent and more serious investment; a naughty Hyundai was the order of the day, and I was making quite a bit of effort in locating such a strumpet, but the best ones are all some way away and it takes some doing. So.... a runabout was in order, say five hundred quid or so on a Fiesta, an Astra, that sort of thing. What happened instead was, in the true style of this house both silly, and indicative as to how much I hate car shopping. Sitting in my drive now is what I have named for the moment, in lieu of having a better idea, Hermann. Short for "Hermann the German", you see. He's old, but he's good. He cost less than a grand, and I think I may have a silly new hobby. I've already spent money on him, and even cleaned him, and I never do that. Beemer 328i 2.8l coupe, very silly, leather interior and an engine that sings you songs when you give it the berries and it gets to eat all your money in fuel. And most importantly, he's the same colour as my bikes. Hmmm. Is the unholy trinity complete?
