Showing posts with label Fuel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fuel. Show all posts

Monday, October 09, 2006

Love on a Farm Boy's Wages

What a screw up! Head into work having despatched Cal to the seat of learning that is Northern Primary. Need fuel badly and reflect on the closure of many a local petrol station as a result of the pervading power of the supermarkets. Get greeted by Tracy with the question 'What are you doing here?'. Curses, I was meant to be in the land of Manc at the YHA. Fling a request at Tracy to ring Shan to let her know I'm running late and how to cope with the news (I'd already blinked). Then dash to land of Manc, change of mind about route is forced by traffic, enforced fuel stop in Garston at the overprced Texaco and then I proceed to try and kill myself on the roads to Manchester. Manage luckily to make a bad job of it.

Shan is kind and supplies me with coffee and I jump into the training session. First thing is a decision timeline. Typically I start mine in what I calculated to be 1982 (coulda been 1983 I later discover following a bit of research) on a park bench in the Bullcroft with Ian and an NME article about Cope in which he appeared waist deep in a pond. Rapid romp through the rest of my life, decisions, options. Might revisit it sometime. Training is on creativity and decision making. Sat with Norma and though my suggestion that 'rule books are made for tearing up' was dissalowed from our top five tips for creativity it was a good sesh. Nice to see some good folk about.

Home and I arrive early, much more relaxed journey home. Consensus on food for the evening meal is that the chippy should provide and a stone cold sober Monst requests a kebab. I join her but conclude the beer kebab additive is required to enjoy one of the things fully. Eat, Monst heads up for a bath, need to get her to work in a bit. Cal hits the play station, I hit the PC.

Rupees? Query from Julie, to which the answer of Monst and Cal are off to India shortly (I'm dead jealous but can't spare the time) and need some cash. Need to sort the order tomorrow.

Mail from Christina who has begun the Writtle College News CAS Service, missionaries of the gospel according to Fade spread! Need to send her e-copies of my RSS Training docs tomorrow.