Happiness is Just a Chant Away
OK so I headed to the land of Manc again the day before I should have, but subconciously I must have known we were gonna be completely stretched tomorrow!
Another day in the black hole of Gateway House. Today though I seem to have frightened the natives! Visited by a number of people terrified I was gonna fling their records away. Some unrest that I'd thrown anything. Hmmm, the boxes had disposal dates that had passed, so I did! I am increasingly aware of just how much shit we keep in the NHS. I wanna take a match to it, instead I apply the retention schedules. Finish the rack I aimed to do by chinese dentist, comes as a relief and in a hurry to leave I forget my book. Train journey relies on music then. Wind has arrived in the land of Manc, dunno if that's why some trains were cancelled. I love the station announcer apologising for any inconvenience. It is delivered with all the sincerity of a Country and Western song... Shouldn't mock but they clearly don't give a... Donald! Now I return home. Can't hit blogger so mail to myself and take it from there. Feed myself with yesterdays leftovers,text Monst having spoken to Kitty. Margaret is better than she has been. Me, I suspect the worst. Suspect Monst will feel that way too. Pay Eric the Milk his dosh and crash.
