It’s a Dog’s Life…
It’s a Dog’s Life…
(well done Ben) After my self serving complaints last time, you’ll be delighted to know that I’m mobile again, with care. I can not only get in and out of my car (slowly!), I can even – put my socks on! (two cheers!). I’m not in the same place as my photos, so they will…
It’s a Dog’s Life…
(warranty) Sometimes it;s pressure of work (mostly shifts) that keeps me away, this time it was pressure of life. I could talk about organising a festival in my garden, and the astonishing performance by the weather gods (sounds like a 70’s prog rock group). I could talk about the delights of arriving at A&E at…
It’s a Dog’s Life…
(hard to believe the law could be a bigger ass) I got a missive from our “new” lawyers. In fairness, I got a missive forwarded from lovely wife, because I will not trust myself to deal with the lawyers (spit). They would like us to sign for all costs – without giving any estimate -…
It’s a Dog’s Life…
(Extreme… Language) I’m sure it comes to everyone sometimes. In a late night conversation over a couple of glasses (bottles?) of sherry, you stumble into the edge of the English language. Now it’s a very broad field, with it’s Latin, Germanic, and Norman roots and an Empires worth of borrow words, but still, there are…
It’s a Dog’s Life…
(not enough hours) I’m sure there was a time when – if I got up early enough- or even not that early- I could squeeze more “goals ” into one day. I can decide whether it’s me, the nature of the goals, or the speed that time fleets by at, that have changed. Of course…
It’s a Dog’s Life…
(Removal) I am officially done with removals. Number “100” was (many) years ago now, and supposedly the last (HAHA). I am available for consultation and driving… At least that’s been the party line for a while. Unfortunately my mum has now been moved into full-time care, and one of the many upshots of that is…
It’s a Dog’s Life…
(good help…) “Good morning, I wonder if you could help me? I’m hoping to change date that was booked for a house clearance (not our house)” “Yes, I have the address here – 13 Smith Street G20 8AB…” “13….. 1- 3” “No, not flat 1 – 3 , T-H-I-R-T-E-E-N, Smith street, G20 8AB…” “It’s booked…
It’s a Dog’s Life…
(Trees!). The war against the rats remains at a losing stalemate. The war against the lawyers remains futile, but will never cease. However not content with this degree of embattlement, the trees have (again) declared war on my face. This annual offensive – likely to last a month or so – leaves me intermittently streaming…
It’s a Dog’s Life…
(the law{society} is an even bigger ass) I knew this day would come, and in an effort to preserve what little sanity I retain, I asked lovely Chris to handle it. I did not trust myself to sit down and be civil to another solicitor, much less send a(n unthreatening) reply to the Law society.…
It’s a Dog’s Life…
(silence) It been a longer absence. Sometimes the shifts just don’t allow that window for inspiration, sometimes whole days go by without a world ending tragedy. In my “daytime” (figuratively) job, I deal with taxi drivers. In many ways I’m a glorified troubleshooter, if I’m talking to a driver, somethings gone wrong, or isn’t working.…
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