Seeing as I no longer appear to be able to write something everyday I thought perhaps I should at least try and do a weekly summary if only as an aide memoir to aid my memory when, if I’m lucky enough to live that long, I reread them in my dotage.
The problem was I got addicted to Twitter and spent all my save work time there rather than keeping this journal up to date. Added to that WAS THE FACT THAT I LEAD A VERY UNINTERESTING LIFE SOMETHING I AM COMING MORE AND MORE TO REGRET so had very little new or interesting to say. I would have written about the family but it appears that providing me with as little as a series of headers describing their activities is too far far too much to ask or expect. The problem is this; whilst I have little of consequence to write I have come to enjoy the act of writing itself and so find myself in something of a quandary. I want to write but have fuck all to write about in fact see how many times I’ve just managed to repeat myself and undoubtedly I’ll do so again in a moment when I bemoan how my desire to write is restricted by my lack of things to write about … ably done there sir you played a blinder. Thank you fictional observer I must agree that in fact I most certainly did play a blinder and made this sentence unnecessarily long by my fulsome acknowledgement of the well deserve praise that you my fictional friend have just heaped upon me. Ok just came out of an uncomfortable whatsapp conversation and my attempts at provide my imaginary reader with lots of humorous repartee may be somewhat diminished.
Oh one thing of note; I think my time as a Governor ended tonight because I sent an email to the secretary querying why I was still receiving documents when so far as I was aware my term of office ended in August of this year and as I no longer have kids at the school I’m no longer eligible to stand for re-election as a parent Governor. Anyway I was never very much of a Governor because I wasn’t sure where the line was between supervising and interfering and opted too much on the side of caution and spent far too little time at the school. Needs new blood; new parents new governors who aren’t afraid to stick their noses in … especially now what with the school going through the process of becoming an academy. I probably, change that to certainly, could have been a much more hands on governor and done more but my learned reticence (I used to be more confident for a short part of my life) held me back as it always seems to do. I was convinced that the teachers knew far more than I did because they were the professionals and it was my place to listen not to tell.
Anyway didn’t this start out as a retrospective and so far we’re 500 words in without so much as a hint of a retro so far being seen or heard from..
Last Week: I had a shitty cold and I though my head was going to explode. I was off work on Monday Tuesday and Wednesday but still had the headache as late as Saturday night. All in all it was an uneventful (even for me) week accompanied by a great deal of pain. Deb was also poorly as she was still getting over the malaise she infected me with but on a positive note at least the kids didn’t succumb to the dreaded lurgi too.
Think that’s about everything:
Oh Nat got 100% in a maths exam and Hannah got picked to sing a solo at the Brockington Harvest Festival and Deb applied for a job at Brockington. I downloaded and put even more books on my kindle including The Great Undead War (http://www.amazon.co.uk/By-Blood-Heroes-Great-Undead/dp/0062048759/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1349227989&sr=8-1) PIC (http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51QI2mxOlXL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU02_.jpg)which is basically the First World War with Zombies and weird as that sounds I really rather enjoyed it.
The trick was making the zombies incidental and placing the focus on the interactions between the normal humans and the revenants (the undead that came back with full knowledge of their previous lives) with the zombies just the backdrop horror show.
I’m sure lots of other things happened to the Deb, Nat and Hannah but as they haven’t told me what those things were I can’t record them here for posterity. So future grandchild if you are reading this and wondering what your granddad or grandma were up to this week back in 2012 go give them a good kicking and tell them that Great(?) Granddad said “told you so” and ask them why they were to lazy to spend a few minutes telling me.
Oh when I returned to work the system for keeping track of calls had changed. There is no longer a board recording how many calls are queuing to get through and when you log on to the tel-set there’s no figure there either. There could be a 1,000 or there could be one. If there is more than one the tel-set rings and you take the call. When you finish and go into ready same thing happens again … either it rings or it doesn’t and if it does you still have no idea how many people are trying to get through. I really can’t decide if I like it better this way or not. Certainly the pressure of 500 calls in queue is gone but equally one has no idea how much longer one has left before one breaks the back of the queue and there starts to be, gradually longer and longer, gaps between calls. It’s swings and roundabouts or even, dare I say it, Panda’s Paws Panda’s ears!!!
It’s really such a shame I can think of another 16 words to say about last week because if I could I’d cross the 1,000 word barrier … Oops seems I did anyway although I just realised that I’ve got to write a little more because the word count added in the links which of course wont be there when this is posted but I’m fairly certain I’ve now written enough. J
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