Thursday. Always the queerest day of the week in my opinion. You have almost made it to the weekend but you aren’t quite there yet. None of the joy of a Friday knowing that when the bell rings to go home from work you don’t have to front up again for two days.
It’s been a quiet week in my theatre of operations. A bit of steady rain on Tuesday has made things green up very well in the backyard and you can almost see the weeds growing in front of your eyes. Supposed to be more showers today and through to the weekend so I may have to get out and mow the lawn this morning whilst I have the chance.
NSW teachers are striking today. Karabar High School is out until after lunch so I have to take Monique in at 12.45pm. What a way to throw out my routine! After I get to Queanbeyan there will be no point in going home so I may have to hang about at the mail centre watching TV for 45 minutes or so. Fun times! Maybe I will take my Kindle and iPod and ignore anyone who tries to catch my attention. 7 hours and 21 minutes of putting up with silliness is enough without adding 45 minutes of my own time.
Monique has just informed me as I write that she will go in 11.30am as there will be a scab or two about to look after them and she has to study for an exam this afternoon so really it has worked out quite well for her.
That will be better for me too as I can come home and have lunch and prepare for work at my leisure. Not too far out of my normal routine after all!
So that is about all that is happening. First time in a while that I have been stumped for something to write about. My life is hardly one of rushing about trying to fit everything in, far from it but it does remain interesting for the most part and I generally have something in my head to prattle on about. This week though it has just run along along the tracks very smoothly without too many bumps at work or home. Apart from the letter I have to compose to the tax office which has had me a little frazzled and which I won’t go into. You would think there we be plenty of fat cats in Australia they could send dirty letters to rather than worrying about a mail sorter in Canberra just doing his best for an honest days pay? Ah well. As Ned said, “Such is life”. Until next time.
It’s been a quiet week in my theatre of operations. A bit of steady rain on Tuesday has made things green up very well in the backyard and you can almost see the weeds growing in front of your eyes. Supposed to be more showers today and through to the weekend so I may have to get out and mow the lawn this morning whilst I have the chance.
NSW teachers are striking today. Karabar High School is out until after lunch so I have to take Monique in at 12.45pm. What a way to throw out my routine! After I get to Queanbeyan there will be no point in going home so I may have to hang about at the mail centre watching TV for 45 minutes or so. Fun times! Maybe I will take my Kindle and iPod and ignore anyone who tries to catch my attention. 7 hours and 21 minutes of putting up with silliness is enough without adding 45 minutes of my own time.
Monique has just informed me as I write that she will go in 11.30am as there will be a scab or two about to look after them and she has to study for an exam this afternoon so really it has worked out quite well for her.
That will be better for me too as I can come home and have lunch and prepare for work at my leisure. Not too far out of my normal routine after all!
So that is about all that is happening. First time in a while that I have been stumped for something to write about. My life is hardly one of rushing about trying to fit everything in, far from it but it does remain interesting for the most part and I generally have something in my head to prattle on about. This week though it has just run along along the tracks very smoothly without too many bumps at work or home. Apart from the letter I have to compose to the tax office which has had me a little frazzled and which I won’t go into. You would think there we be plenty of fat cats in Australia they could send dirty letters to rather than worrying about a mail sorter in Canberra just doing his best for an honest days pay? Ah well. As Ned said, “Such is life”. Until next time.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 