Well it’s three o’clock in the afternoon I have just surfaced from my nice warm sanctuary. I have just finished my seventh nightshift with a week of lazy days ahead (freedom). It’s been a strange week. I work for weird rail company who think that by not spending any money will make them rich and successful.
So me and one significant other have been working in buildings that are falling down about our ears, in fact when it rains you actually get wetter inside than if you were working outside.
We service and repair locomotives and these special charter trains. The nights this week have been very cold.
The highlight of the week has been to repair, carry out maintenance and hand wash and polish the Queen’s (stands to attention while typing) Locomotive.
67005 ‘The Queens Messenger.’ The work that we put into it makes me think the Her Majesty herself fulfils a childhood ambition and drives it herself. Every year I hopefully look towards the New Year’s honours list (you never know) (Mmmm! “Arise Sir Layreader” “Lord of Blog.co.uk” it has a ring about it doesn’t it).
My week has ended with a real downer, my cousin in Yorkshire died suddenly (things like this make you examine your own mortality) Also two members of our church (both in their 90’s) went to be with the Lord. Kath who was the oldest was saying over the last few that she was looking forward to going home (and she didn’t mean her flat) she was an inspiration.
The weekend saw my daughter being rushed to hospital with an infection which she may have picked up on her recent holiday in Italy skiing. But it is hoped she will be out tomorrow.
At least our confirmation service went well on Sunday I didn’t trip up in my robes and my various tasks went without incident. I told the Bishop about my idea about wearing roller skates and he said next time he will bring his (they are human after all!)
Oh yes and my library books are overdue.
