Back to Porridge

Tomorrow, normal life resumes. Way too quick, for us to readjust. However, I am blessed not to have work to go to tomorrow morning. I can settle down longer. 

This evening, I gifted my Artist friend the Mobility Scooter; for his Sixtieth. I tried to record it, on my phone, but the video was three minutes long. And sending it to friends, on his WiFi, was at snail's pace. Also, assembling the damn thing is no job to do, at night time. I had to get on my hands and knees just to fit in the seat. I was soaked. However, he thanked me for it. He can keep the main body in his garage. I just brought the batteries home. I can sort out recharging.

I didn't receive an estimate as to how long they would be, in Belfast. I spent over three hours waiting outside his house, briefly heading to town to buy apples. But it worked out, in the end. Hope was ever so glad to see me return home. She was without food for over six hours. 

Tomorrow, I plan to renew my Car Insurance. I'm forewarned to expect the worst. The Swine taking everything. It's a tough battle ahead.

First tour of the Mobility Scooter shall be on Wednesday, whenever my friend gets his next medication injection. He'll turn a few heads, with it. And a friend I sent the video to commented on how well he did a three-point turn. (better than me, and I'm a driver, lol) 

  • Back to work tomorrow.

    However, the days are getting longer = more time outside, so I'm going forward towards the Spring Blush

  • plan to take a cross-ferry Coach to Ayr, for Burns Night;

    I'm going to Edinburgh, for Burns Night.

  • Back in the office as of today. The last day of the Christmas holiday is a strange one: holding on to the dregs but also feeling it doesn't quite count as a proper part if the holiday (just an in-between 24 hours to brace for impact). It's a relief to get it over and done with. I'm fortunate enough to like my job, and yet that hard gear change - exiting the bubble of unreality we're all allowed to indulge in in late December- still fills me with an anxious dread. As persistent as it is irrational. Ah well. 

  • I'm lucky as I work with children and don't return to work until next week when term starts again. It's hard work, the noise can be especially challenging at certain times but I really enjoy this work and the time off over Christmas and during summer is always nice.

    Happy birthday to your friend. We got my Gran a mobility scooter last year for her birthday as she had been struggling with mobility for some time. She loves it. She can get about easily and swiftly again now.

  • I plan to take a cross-ferry Coach to Ayr, for Burns Night; 25 January. But the B and B I booked, on Booking dot com, only have a mobile number which they never answer. Probably need to send them a message.

  • i went back to work on 27th lol

    not allowed any holidays in december where i work. although i booked the first week of jan off and third week of jan. so off this week.