Big Son Paul’s change of plan…
Number One Son has had to scupper his plans to stay overnight here on Saturday, and is just coming up for the day instead.
He has to offload thirteen deliveries in Scotland next week starting on SUNDAY teatime near Berwick-upon-Tweed, and get himself within spitting distance of Edinburgh on Sunday neet! A tidy hike from deepest Leicestershire.
Knowing him he’ll soon ‘knock ‘em off’ and be on his way home by Tuesday but it’s obviously going to entail Sunday running (I used to quite like that now and again) and a six hour trek up to Berwick – I envy him.
…summer running into the evening and that glorious stretch of rugged Northumbrian coastline to ponder…smashin’ I love it all up there esepecially Lindisfarne , the holiest of islands…even if it’s just part-time. You certainly can’t say that about Paul – his commitment and work ethic are first class and I actually think that – unusually – it’s appreciated by his bosses who pay fairly handsomely for his efforts.
Whenever he talks about his job I cast my mind back a few years when I was up and down the country like a trump in a bottle. I sometimes quite like another shot at it but realise it’s unlikely to happen – though one never knows…thar knorrs!
So..it will be good to see ‘our Lad’ but it’s a pity he can’t linger. Maybe next time.
Both of our ‘kids’ work hard and are enthusiastic in their employ. I was once, it must have been contagious.
The District Nurse has been again – after a ‘no-show’ yesterday. My flippin’ wound has still not fully healed. A one and a half inch bit at the bottom has been ‘overlapped’ by the stitcher-upper and its still oozing stuff. It’s very itchy and is driving me nuts…it’ll be four weeks next tuesday since my upper thigh was put back together and it’s high time it healed. After all I’m anxious to get back to work.
