Bumps and Bangs

I had a horrible nights sleep on Sunday, bumps and bangs throughout the night, I did of course, have to investigate each and everyone, and the four hours sleep max, that I may have got, was fragmented into possibly, less than an hour in total.  I'm exhausted beyond belief on Monday.

Work is dire, won't even bore you with it.  Hurt feelings on Monday outside of work, but am I just overtired?

I'm sitting here in the Railway pub with a lovely, chilled glass of Rose while J gets a psychic reading with my funny but accurate Bernard, who I saw a couple of months ago.  J has some burning questions that she'd like answered, and I've already been chatted up at the bar, I get the feeling that they don't see many new faces in here.

J did get answers, but not necessarily the ones she was looking for, still, she was impressed by my Bernard.

Work had it's funny moments, we were discussing the name "Eric," and I reminisced about the Eric at Senior school that I was in awe of.  I had a massive crush on him and he was a little older, he was also in the band.  I got lots of comments on how it must have been the leather trousers or the glamour that attracted me, then I added that he was in the brass band.  Did he play the trumpet?  No, that was Bobby, and I had a crush on him too.

It's now Saturday and that was one heck of a long week, and I haven't been feeling great either.  At best, it's the weekend, and hearing my text message arrive this morning, and knowing it was you, cheered me up no end.  The ensuing phone call did the trick too. 

So, I'm now here, with my filter coffee and chocolate coin, I don't feel quite with it, like I'm still half asleep.

Saturday was filled with visiting relatives, housework and meeting up with old friends.  It was a packed, but lovely day.

The clocks sprung forward in the wee small hours.  It's now Sunday, the sun is shining, and although it's a bit chilly, I'm wearing a t-shirt for the first time  this year, (yes, I'm a little cold, but at least I look the part.)