On Assignment…

“I was looking for a job and then I found a job and heaven knows I’m miserable now…” Wrote Morrissey back in ’84. Of course, Morrissey is always miserable but then he’s so good at it. Myself, on the other hand, despite finding work, am not. After having joined a temp agency in Cheltenham (to avoid working in Worcester and to perhaps bring about a relocation to a des res), it was the Worcester branch of the temp agency who called and gave me a job in Ledbury which I leapt at as I need the money and the job sounded bearable. So I started on Tuesday at The Helping Hand Co. These folks design and make disability aids in the form of chairs, beds, hoists etc.  The staff all seem very friendly and, best of all, I was just in time for the office Christmas party! The party came complete with a huge turkey feast, a free bar, some dubious entertainment, pretend gambling and a shiny, wrap-around James Bond theme. This is always exciting for me as I get to dust off the tux and dress classily (anything to deflect attention away from my Chevy Chase…). Between the main course and desert I did managed to bag the Best James Bond award, which pleased me no end. Unfortunately later someone told me I was more Roger Moore than Daniel Craig which slightly took away from the achievement but hey, you can’t have everything…

So it looks like I’ll be popping over to Herefordshire everyday until at least the end of February. It has unfortunately curbed my availability for being out and about this month which is a shame. I had a call from the Cheltenham branch of the temp agency a couple of days into the job with an offer of more work (why don’t these branches speak to each other…?) You wait a year for some work while you’re free (and try to keep busy with whatever you think needs doing) and then a couple of temp jobs come along at the very point when you would rather be spending time with your mates. I would be upset but I’m just so thrilled and relieved to have discovered that I’m still wanted/needed. It’s like getting my Mojo back, baby…

Maz Shack

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Adapt or Die

So the original plan was to go to Germany in September. Rae had been there last year and really wanted to steer us towards Oktoberfest. Then she was off to Turkey instead with her fella for some trekking and then she wasn’t. Then Germany proved to be too expensive and we all had a chat about where to go instead and the place we all agreed on was Prague as we’d all wanted to go for some time but this took some time to decide upon as these things invariably do. Then Rae had problems the job she will be doing after she completes her degree that would mean that she couldn’t get away in September and what with one thing and another it then made sense to go during mid-May which left considerably less time to plan it all than it would have done. This wasn’t necessarily a problem as I have a bit of free time at the moment. So that’s that. We’re off to The Czech Republic on Wednesday, which hasn’t had time to sink in yet. Of course, Rae’s realised the only sensible thing to do is to hand in her notice with her employer and go trekking in September anyway and find other work in the meantime but if we had waited until September then we might have changed our minds a dozen times and gone somewhere else or not gone at all. This will actually be the first family holiday abroad we’ve ever had. Sure, there’s been many and varied family breaks throughout the UK and we’ve all separately been to various international destinations but never the family unit away together. This is going to be interesting. I just hope that none of us developes Czech Neck.

Congratulations – It’s a Boy


Hatch: Congratulations to my cousin Christopher and his wife Elizabeth on the new arrival of their bonny, bouncing baby boy, Hamish. Born on Monday 6th at University College Hospital, London and weighing in at 8 pounds and 1 ounce he looks to be on fine form. Great stuff.