Biggest gap yet.

I should have said I was gonna be away for a few days. Nothing much to report on my absence except that it was work related and quite dull.

I have just finished the garden thing for hopefully the last time this year. I won’t be missing it one bit. i don’t mind the actually mowing, which can be quite relaxing. It’s the whole raking, sweeping thing that follows. I never learned to squeegee a bathhouse properly or sweep a dorm and now I still can’t rake a lawn properly.

Mum had some bad news this week. Her company has just been bought out by a big scary american company and it looks like it will be closing down sometime. Whether this is next month or next year is not known, but it does mean that unless she finds another job at 56 with a great pension scheme, her retirement payout will be short a hell of a lot. Fortunately, The Royal Mail has an excellent scheme so it looks like she will be joining me at work in the near future. Sod everyone else - I will be pulling all the strings I can. The pay is actually quite good even when you first join and it always irked me that little toerags of 17 were earning more money than my mum in a job she had been doing for 20 years. A job that gave her carpal tunnel syndome I might add.

One scary postscript to all this. 15 years ago I worked at my mum’s place and when it closes down in the near future it will mean that every job I did or applied for since leaving school would have ended in reduncancy for me by 2006. Of the 4 main jobs I went for since leaving school - RSS Pipes, Hellermann Tyton, The Milk Marketing Board and Dutton Forshaw Land Machinery -all are no longer in existence in Plymouth and I would be out on my ear. Who would have thought The Royal Mail would come to my rescue?

This week, they took away all the blinds at work and replaced it with glare-resistant film. Now we can all see out and it has changed the place quite a bit. Strangely enough, I can now see the place on platform 2 of Plymouth Railway station where I used to get the train back to school 20 years ago. I often used to stare at The Royal Mail building and wonder what went on in there. If only I didn’t have my Sony Walkman on so loud I might have heard the voice saying “your future son”.

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