monday eating a pineapple under the bodhi tree

'ning
finally warming up, must clear out gmc calendar to avoid clashing with sunny days
ride, cafe, nip into gmc, bail, cafe, laze
finally warming up, must clear out gmc calendar to avoid clashing with sunny days
ride, cafe, nip into gmc, bail, cafe, laze
my bike - faster than god's and twice as shiny
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Later is empty the van after a good weekend away, a gentle run and clean some cars
To quote Tricky "I dunno wos goin' on".
Beans is beside himself as the field is full of cows. He's not a happy bunny.
No ride, no cafe, no bubbly (although I did drop a box of Becks so that will be quite lively when opened), packing for Thursday silly o'clock flight.
Had a discussion with my 2ic at the beginning of last week. Seems sorted for now, until the next time that he massively oversteps his authority. Creativity week this week so bollocks all to do today, busy day tomorrow, DofE assessments to carry out on Wednesday and Thursday. Puppy is almost kind of sleeping for a big chunk of the night but my word, he can be a proper devil when he wants to be.
Other than that, dead uncle’s house clearance is dragging on but I think I’ve convinced Mrs GTi to pay someone to basically do what’s left.
WFW again today, reasonably quiet in the orifice at least. Working on a pig farm? There may be as much sh!t as we have around here. Trying to keep on top of things before fookin' off on Friday, don't want to leave too much mess for the beautiful assistant.
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Wfw. Not much more to say on a Monday. Will get a couple of days wfh this week though.
Couple cold beers, early night then v early (for me) start.
When he’s relatively calm, he’s a lovely lad though.
If you need an MF sending round to remind him of his place in the set up just shout.
He crashed at about 9pm. I though 'damn, i've killed him'.
6am he was nudging my elbow.
*Squidgy learnt that this stupid animal would chew stuff she knocked off the counter. I guess he was light entertainment.
But together they were excellent thieves. She would get into a cupboard and he would eat the whatever. And I mean 'whatever' - from bags of flour to vegetables. Sometimes the result of his misdemeanours would be revealed when regurgitated.
However, at 3, he was a star.
He’s in his playpen now, hopefully sleeping. I’m going to give him another 5-10 minutes and then I’ll try to sneak off to bed with the hope of getting 4-5 hours sleep
1993-1997 RIP
She looked in rough shape here. Riddled with fleas, worms and had cat flu.
1993 - 2009 RIP