Year Zero Day Five
Er... this began yesterday and overran somewhat.....
Wednesday: Smashing Time Fucking typical, I leave everything to the last minute as usual, wake early, sort the news, discover I've lost my wallet somewhere, head into work and only then prepare my training session for the afternoon. I'm even at it now taking five and avoiding the need to write the thing. And what will I say to the little sweethearts today, don't leave everything to the last minute and then reveal how stoopid I am for doing so. Throw into that little lot that I hear some glass smashing and panicking that it was my friendly local pack rats I checked it out only to see a red car head away at a rate of knots away from the house next door to Marie and Terry's old, old house (turns out it was someone nicking the car). Bleary eyed I didn't put two and two together and it later turned out that a brick had been hurled throught hte window, nothing taken. Plod were over later apparently according to Monst and Terry came over to see if I had any more detail before he borded up the window. Me I don't have a scooby. Still a little edgy excitement local to us. Serendipity is a wonderful thing, yesterday Kate C. Library friend, nurse of more than good standing dropped of some Health Visitors as a donation, one supplied a request in the afternoon. Scooby Snax her way! Even more due to her as I drag some of the journals over to introduce the poor NVQ crew to Harvard referencing. Sesh goes well, main message that we're here to help them gets across and they handle books and journals and fling them about with gay abandon. Nice bunch and I have fun. Home and the yoedelling hoover comes out and I run round like a loon hoovering up half a cats worth of shed fur. Then its dash back into town to pick up the folks from 'Chitty Chitty Bang Bang' (which they've thoroughly enjoyed. Drag the magic of book with me and apart from being crapped on by a pigeon (yes, I know that it's meant to be lucky) things are fine but I'm knackered by the time I get home. Frightful Fursday Why is it that the press are so wedded to the notion of Health Authorities? Primary Care Trust Launches Authority the clues in your headlines boys or girls or those who haven't made up their minds yet. A day here of arguing with computers, things happen at a snails pace.... Not a good day. Various pdf conversions lighten the day, as do the odd marginally daft mail, good company and coffee that old faithful! Home and its out with Monst to PC World, the No Mercy, Pizza and Sainsburys, shove lamb into a marinade and the chill.
