Monday, September 13, 2004

The wind is howling outside, hurricane Ivan sounds like its arrived here. The roof is doing its best to stay on, but is protesting, loudly. A new week upon us, lots to do, find a course, find a house, find dog a repeat prescription for her leaky problem and Ma a repeat prescription for her blood pressure issues.

Finishing nights on Tuesday morning back at two pm for a meeting and then back again at five thirty for a late shift, a further late shift due on Wednesday and then Thursday, Friday off, whoopee.

I’ll probably just collapse in a heap in front of the telly instead of replacing the roof on the greenhouse and completing the weatherproofing of the garden fences; painting the back stable door for the onslaught of winter; tidying up the garden and clearing up the shed. The thoughts there I suppose.

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