This is my attempt at making my new workplace more festive. I’ve even planned ahead for next year, by buying a 2017 calendar.
It’s all well and good until the office Derby County supporter tears it all down, while I’m on annual leave.
Welcome back to my blog. I’ve been away from here for a long time, but fear not, I will (hopefully) keep this blogging going again.
So where have I been? I suffered an accident at work, injuring my leg. A pitiful excuse for not blogging, as I don’t type with my toes. I had a bit of time off work, but have since returned, albeit still using a crutch, for the time being.
After a few weeks of not blogging, you find yourself in a situation of where to begin again, even though I had lots of blogworthy stuff…
Besides getting crocked, the following noteworthy things happened to me over the last couple of months.
– Starting a new job. I haven’t travelled far from my old one. No more than 10 feet to be exact. I received a new desk, computer, chair and mouse as part of my transfer fee from the IT Service Desk. The new job is a lot more interesting and gives me a lot to learn. I don’t want to blow my own trumpet, but I had been doing the Service Desk job, in some form, for over ten years. I could therefore do it with my eyes closed. The new challenge is therefore most welcome, although I can’t close my eyes as much anymore.
– Christmas shopping. I hate going into town shopping at the best of times, let alone on the run up to the festive period. The last time I ventured into town in December, I felt like Mufasa from The Lion King, in that wildebeest scene. I therefore did all my Christmas shopping online, most of it coming from Amazon. The delivery drivers must have become well and truly fed up with driving down my little cul-de-sac – no wonder they’re all shitting into carrier bags.
– Leeds United. I started my blog a month before they were relegated from the Premiership in 2004. Since then, most of my posts have been moaning about how badly they have been performing. Coincidentally, since I stopped blogging in September, they’ve been doing bloody well. I have finally recovered from my man crush of Simon Grayson and Luciano Becchio. I have two new heroes in my life – Garry Monk and Pontus Jansson. So well are Leeds doing right now, that if they’re not careful, they’ll end up getting promoted. No doubt the fact I am blogging again, I’ll jinx the entire football club and they’ll be relegated in January.
– Holiday! – we had two holidays planned since I last blogged. The first trip was to Butlins in Minehead. We went there a couple of years ago and enjoyed ourselves so much, we thought we would return. The last time we went, we stayed in a dirty old chalet, on the top of a dangerous looking staircase. This time, we paid a little extra for a cleaner, nicer and modern apartment, right next to the sea. Our second holiday was to Weymouth. This would have been lovely, apart from the fact we didn’t go! We awoke on the morning we were supposed to leave, to find that the house was freezing cold. Upon in investigation, we discovered that the boiler had broken – we had no heating or hot water. Many hours later, we got a plumber to fix it, and both and heat and warmth were restored. By this point, we had missed the chance to go to Weymouth, so enjoyed a few days at home in Bath… at least it was warm.
So that’s what you’ve missed. I’ll be back blogging again in another 3 months. See you in March!
I was shocked and appalled this morning, when I bought a doughnut from the local bakery. The doughnut cost £1.05. I wasn’t trying to buy cocaine! I wanted a doughnut. Life under the Tory government.
It still tasted amazing…
After a very busy week at work, I was hoping for a restful Bank Holiday weekend. What I got was far from relaxing. I was out of the house every one of the three days. I’ve returned to work for a break!
Saturday was the quietest day. I went to Twerton Park, home of Bath City, where I will no doubt find myself standing in all manners of weathers and temperatures over the next eight months. City were playing East Thurrock United. If that name sounds familiar to you, it is because I have blogged about them before. They beat us 7-1 in the FA Cup. Things looked ominous. I needn’t had worried. A very early goal for City helped us win 2-1, albeit with a nervy final few minutes.
On Sunday we made our now annual trip to Longleat. We were stupid to do so. It was a Bank Holiday weekend, which meant two things – lots of people and lots of rain. We got both.
In between sessions of queueing in heavy rain, we did manage to ride the boat around the lake, where we saw sea lions and gorillas. Apparently hippos are in there somewhere too, but I didn’t see any. As well as the boat, we rode a double decker bus around the safari park. Many of the animals had shown more sense than us and taken shelter from the rain. The monkeys, however, were out in their numbers, and caused the highlight of the day for me, when they destroyed a roof rack of car, and attempted to eat a radio aerial on another.
We took a trip to the Dorset coast on Bank Holiday Monday, to watch Bath City play Poole Town. I didn’t get chance to see the donkeys on the beach, so had to settle for watching them on the football field instead. It was a game Bath really should have won, as they dominated and literally did everything but score a goal. I wasn’t at all surprised when Poole scored in the final minute, to claim an undeserved win. It was so inevitable, I wasn’t even disappointed.
Despite the warm weather, the coach trip home didn’t have the unbearable heat of the Margate journey, a few weeks earlier – this was mainly thanks to the driver turning on the air conditioning. It also took have as long to get back to Bath, which meant we were able to treat ourselves to a McDonalds on our return.
It is the first day of September, which means different things for different people.
For some, the start of September spells the end of summer. For others, the kids going back to school. The football transfer window closed yesterday too.
However, for me, September means one thing… spiders. I am sure they have a calendar and as soon as the month begins, all decide to invade our homes – supposedly to mate, but more likely to scare me.
Roll on October, when they disappear again, or die in the cold. Until then, I am going to live in an air-tight box, so no eight-legged being can make contact with me.
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