Hmm… a day in three halves, started well with an Asda fetch of things. Stroll to work, take a couple of photos.
Day’s going well ’til 1.00 when I get a call from the School. C has chest pains, can I meet her at A&E. Hoof it to the chippy, buy sausage and chips. Nip to the bus station shovelling the scran in. Bus to the Infirmary. Up there by about 1.30. C arrives by 3.
Then wait, seen by a medic about 5. Whisked off for x-ray and then more bloods. Inconclusive so more bloods at 9.30. We wait on results.
So at 01.00 we’ve had enough and walk! We’ll strictly speaking we taxi.
Mix… well that was a day and a half, felt knackered all day after yesterdays shenanagins. Mix as a prompt so off to Tom and Gerry’s for a Gin and Tonic as a result.
Sunday and off to work on the Sunday service. Early start but that gave me a chance to mooch around in search of a photo. Luckily Wigan never fails to provide something and after several possible candidates I arrive at this. Some sort of hen party had discarded it going on the proximity of the Brides Gang piece of rubbish.
Grab a coffee and packet of Wotsits from John Menzies, wander in and no surprises I’m first in. Get my shit out of the locker and set up for the day. Not a great day work wise but not a totally shite day. Got to catch up with a bit of writing which was positive. Finally got to meet Meg who’s been off ill. Seems pleasant enough.
Back home via superior bus and in the door and I’m fed by Carol with stew and dumplings, delish. Phone home. Shoot the breeze with the folks. Catch up with the blogging and write some shit.
Discover a change in the shift pattern, early’s next week to be followed by lates. It’s no bad thing delaying the lates given that C returns to work tomorrow. Need to nip in early so I can visit Asda, C needs more hot chocolate.
Music
The Best Of Horace Silver The Blue Note Years – Horace Silver
Horace Silver And The Jazz Messengers – Horace Silver
Been a bit of a bizarre day tbh. Up and out early, off to Wigan to capture some images. Still playing catch up with this place. New Long Ryder’s album on the way in. Vaguely thought a coffee might be welcome but cancelled out on the idea, got into work to no chair, Liam next to me had used it, grabbed it back, no headphones, he’d had those too I later dicovered. Have been allocated a locker which is useful because I’ll stash my stuff when we go away to keep thieving mitts off!
Home and a nip to the shop and then a quick meatballs and beetroot pasta produced. Was ok. Pasta was a bit watery.
Still suffering from anxiety and not feeling great. Think it’s change and getting used to things.
Laundrette on the day off, usual change collection route, cash machine, newsagents, chicken shop and coffee at the Tom and Gerry. Bob back to the house to fetch the laundry and it’s away I go. Soundtracks to Ride’s ‘4 EPs’. Read ‘Keep Music Evil’ as I do the laundry. Follow up with ‘Methodrone’ from The Brian Jonestown Massacre.
C meets me at laundrette and we repair unto the Gerry for a swift drink. Flip flop about eating there and decide against. Instead sourdough rye and turkey bacon sarnies at home. Surprisingly tasty!
Next on the agenda a trip to the Turkish Barbers in anticipation of the holiday which begins on Monday next week.
P60 arrives, am feeling really down right now, combo of anxiety and depression not helped by dwelling on a whole heap of shit! It’s not a great place to be! Still onwards and upwards and all that bollocks.
C continues to prepare for our jaunt to Scarborough.
Finally getting this place into some semblance of order and beginning to catch up with the photoaday.
Music
Thanks For Reaching Out – Jim Bob
Electromagnetic Steamboat: The Reprise Recordings – The Fugs