Apparently, it’s Monday again. These things seem to come round with astonishing regularity, unlike my blog entries, but I’ll keep trying.

 

This week, I’m on the train to London, which I have to say, makes a very pleasant change from Liverpool. Don’t get me wrong, Liverpool is fine, with all its localness, and footballness, and “there’s nothing for your round here”-ness, which is far rarer than I am making out (for comic effect, and to wind up my sister). Seriously doh, (coz dey do dat down der doh don’t dey doh) its a really nice place nowadays. A vibrant city with lots to see and do, and plenty of character, history and dare I say it, even some culture. I’ve enjoyed it, even though it’s been excruciating painful to do, it is finally starting to come to a close. Hence my trip to London. The final week of the heavy lifting part of the process, requires certain senior individuals to be within earshot, so the mountain is coming to Mohammad.

 

The aching bones and inability to walk, finally subsided by about Wednesday last week. That will teach me to rush that floor tiling job, but it is done and the results are pleasing. However, there is no rest for the wicked, and so first thing Monday I was straight back up to that Liverpool for more of the same. However, I’d very sensibly booked Friday off in advance of a visit from the Scottish contingent. I rushed home Thursday night, and even managed a couple of jars with the WTC to round off my working week, which was a blessing. The sanity/insanity that comes with time in their company is often an oasis in the desert of my working week, and one I’m very glad has water and palm trees.

 

I am starting to get more than a little hacked off with the travel-for-work thing. Having worked from home for so long, you get a routine, and right now I’d like that routine back. I should of course be careful what I wish for, because these things have a way of biting you, and I’m acutely aware of a forthcoming holiday anyway, which Mrs G and I have well and truly earned.

Friday, my favourite brother-in-law arrived, with Mrs Gs sister and their offspring. It’s always a pleasure to see them, and it’s becoming a regular trick to spend his birthday doing something semi-active in the day and then semi-alcoholic (with a curry) in the evening. This year was no different in that respect, and we spent the day wandering around Gloucester and taking in the delight that is the “Crucible 2” art exhibition currently showing at Gloucester Cathedral. This consists of around a hundred works of art – sculptures in fact – dotted around the cathedral and its grounds. Some pretty amazing things and in, what is, a very grand and beautiful setting. A pot of traditional tea and some coffee’s in “Lily’s tea shop” afterwards, to shelter from the rain and a thoroughly good time was had. I’d recommend it although you’ll have to be quick as its gone at the end of October.

 

We did the curry thing and all the local gang were there. Daughter and Tall fella came along, and Dave, Tall fella and I picked up the curry whilst having the now traditional “cheeky pint” in the pub next to the curry house. All good stuff.

 

On Saturday, Mrs G and I took a cycle into town and did some very minor shopping, although she did get a bargain, and then I had to prep and pack for a night in Wiltshire. Many many years ago, I served an apprenticeship in an engineering firm in Chippenham. As a result I wound up working in IT, as the IT manager for what became a very successful little company manufacturing high powered semiconductors. I reported to the Finance director, an ex policeman and an all round truly smashing bloke. In the 7 years I was there, I learned everything I needed to set me up in a long career in what we now refer to as IT, but which was ostensibly – looking after the computers, back then. It was a great time, with ups and downs and he guided me into an interesting and most helpful role at head office, and onwards into greatness… Etc etc etc…. Anyway, as I say, this was many many years ago, and the time has come for his retirement – which frankly scares the bejesus out of me. He’d organised a get together of a few of the people he’d enjoyed working worth, and I feel most privileged to be included in that set. Fine wine, fine company, fine food, reminiscing and forward planning were the highlights of the evening, and while (as the song goes) everything changes, everything also stays the same. I hadn’t really planned on staying overnight, but there you go. In the end I’m glad I did. It was great to catch up and remember what were some of my my formative years, and I thank him for it greatly.

 

You can imagine, that I had a slightly woozy start to Sunday morning, but nothing that some bacon and eggs couldn’t put right. His wife did the hangers-on proud, and I finally got home around midday. I got a few little jobs done and the packing started ready for the forthcoming week, and then late afternoon, Mrs G started on the Sunday lunch, which was a special one on this occasion. Not least because it was to mark the Tall ones birthday. (I know, it’s a non-stop party in our house). A gorgeous piece of roast lamb with all the trimmings and plenty of banter, although to be fair I was at this point totally shattered, made for an enjoyable time, but before I knew it, it was time to finish my packing and get some sleep before the early taxi/train combo to London…..

 

So here I sit. Once more into the breach dear friends, once more….

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