Morning, mumpers! It’s currently 6c/43f with a predicted high of 9c/49f and rain showers. Weather app says “It’s rainy and fucking shitty outside. Don’t forget your fucking waders!”
I was, thank you! The garage man rang at lunchtime to say that Keith was ready to come home, so I went up there after my 2pm meeting so I could get back before the evening rush started.
We have adopted that as a useful descriptor, I think otherwise we’d call it a food van (if it had a cab and an engine) - this particular thing is a small trailer that needs to be towed into position by a car so it’s got no particular vehicular power itself. It’s basically a small box on wheels!
I must admit it was a surprise to me the first time I visited the US, because you needed a car to do pretty much anything. We are lucky to have decent public transport, and have a lot of things very close to us. There’s actually a garage just past my usual bus stop (less than five minutes’ walk from home) that I could use but my preferred one is a 20-30 minute walk instead. I’m also baffled by the plans for new housing developments near the station because they have no “facilities” so anything there would be a good long walk into the town centre.
That would explain why I’m always tired! I do look forward to the occasional quiet work week, and a weekend when I have no plans. They don’t happen very often though 
I’m sorry to hear that, you must both be very frustrated as you’ve been trying so hard to work on his diet.
Lily cuteness overload!!
Yesterday turned out to be busy but productive as I did get quite a lot done, including dropping off and fetching Keith. He’s now safely back outside my front door in his little off-street parking space, and I put all the stuff back in the boot that I remembered to take out before he went to the garage. ‘im indoors made Chinese chicken curry and egg-fried rice for dinner, and I was in bed at a reasonable time.
Up at the crack of sparrow’s fart this morning for an easier commute to work. I finally managed to talk to the lady from DWP and that turned out to be both useful and frustrating at the same time. I’m trying to get some equipment for one of my minions, and also get some workplace adjustments in place for him but I am blocked by senior management, HR and budgets. However, DWP can help with some stuff, and they can make recommendations which may carry a bit more weight with TPTB.
Then I had a meeting with Troublesome Minion, who asked a lot of questions about our upcoming office move, to which I have neither influence nor answers. She’s reasonably happy today so that’s a blessing. Now I might actually be able to get some work done.
I took something out of the freezer for dinner tonight, we need something in a bit of a hurry as we’re off to see some bands at the Giffard so we need to be out of the house less than 2hrs after I get home from irk! Tomorrow we have a bucket collection in a local supermarket, I’m dragging ‘im indoors along to help as we have the last 2hr block of the day. I’m hoping I can take the collection buckets straight over the Little Paws HQ afterwards and also drop off some stuff for the next tombola, as well as picking up a raffle prize that a friend won. The friend lives up north but will be coming down here for a gig soon and will pick it up from me. Busy, busy, busy!
Truly, a third of my grocery budget is from the produce department.
