Sadly I have been posted as injured, missing in action at work...only the one day mind you. An industrial injury whereby my knee met the immovable object of the gear console in one of the pool cars....on three separate occasions. Cue hopalong cassidy impression. I have now learnt to enter the car slowly and with great care. Even idiots learn eventually and the pain has certainly ensured I remember.
Otherwise, it has been a succession of cold, damp, grey days whilst dealing with a neverending list of inappropiate referrals. On the home front we are beginning the preparations for crimblefest. Turkey in the freezer, cards bought plus stamps and, I bought some lights for the window. I have said before how I like the warm, welcoming glow of Dickensian style lights. Along with port, hot chestnuts and mince pies plus Christmas carols to warm the cockles of the heart of an old agnostic. The older I get the more I hark back to these safe ports of familiarity and security. I will have to hunt out the DVD's of 'A Christmas Carol'.
Our local is open again but I haven't bothered to go in. I may just pop in this afternoon as the combination of a day off and holdin' foldin' means I can buy a pint. If the ale is not up to standard I may have to venture further afield in the County. Mrs C. insists I only bought this house because of the pub across the road.
I'll limp over there later and seek solace in a (I hope) good pint.