Life in the Bus Lane

However, given that my goal was “do nothing”, it wasn’t really that difficult.

After heading out for beer and a curry last night as the first of two leaving-dos for a colleague, I’ve spent the day doing very little at all. Other than spending 30 minutes cleaning the leather seats in the X-Trail, I’ve lounged in front of the TV watching the Tour de France coverage, and catching up on stuff I’d recorded but not watched.

Tomorrow will no doubt be spent in a similar manner, although there’s probably not much point in cleaning the car seats again.

I’m sat here trying to force myself to ride to work in the pouring rain. It’s one of those things that you know has got to be done, but it’s not going to be pleasant. Now where’s my Goretex jacket?

The NHS is 60 years old today, and give or take a week or so, I’ve worked there for 25% of it’s life.

We took four children bowling tonight, ostensibly to celebrate Ethan and Lucien’s birthdays. The bowling wasn’t too bad, although I didn’t win, but the subsequent meal was chaos. At least they were other peoples children and I could come home on my own to some peace and quiet.

I shall mostly be watching coverage of the Le Mans 24 hour race.

Did you miss me? Why do we only get power cuts here when I’m away. There was one when I was in Kettering last, and another when I was in France last week.

Monday could be interesting at work.

Update: French photos

I picked up my new (to me) Nissan X-Trail at lunchtime today. If you believe everything you read it murders puppies and kills rare orchids as you drive along, but it’s probably no worse than my aged Mondeo was. It’s very nice to drive, although the diesel engine takes a bit of getting used to after 18 years of driving petrol powered cars, I keep going to pull away and finding not much happens for a few seconds. The main downside at the moment is that the floor of the boot is quite slippery so anything you put in there spends most of it’s time sliding from side to side, I’ll have to get a rubber boot liner at some point.

I was walking up to the shops earlier today to post a letter when wandering across the railway bridge I spotted a familiar catalogue model pose. It was Tim who was in town visiting a friend, and hadn’t realised that he’d arrived at the railway station 100 yards from my house.

Apparently Tesco have bought the Bath Press printworks site behind my house. If that opens, will I ever use my car again?

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