Friday, 7th June 2019.
As lovely as the sleep was that I just had, I seem to have woken up with a donk on my head. I don’t remember donking it.
Today I have two tasks:
1. Sort the washing out.
2. Make a chilli.
Still. No rush. Fags and coffee first.
What do you think Bear?
He doesn’t seem bothered.
I’m working in Piccadilly tomorrow and it sounds like a tough one so I had better enjoy today as my day off.
I’ve done a bit more work on my novel. Then I ran dry and watched Poirot. I need to charge my impact drill, ready for tomorrow. I need to be in Piccadilly at seven thirty tomorrow morning. As much as I need the money, I’m not looking forward to it.
Saturday, 8th June 2019.
Typical. There are train works between Staines and Hounslow. This would mean getting on the dreaded replacement bus from Staines. Then getting a slow train from Hounslow through to Waterloo.
I fucked that off and drove to Hounslow West tube. Seeing as I’m going to Piccadilly it seemed like the thing to do. At least we are meeting at Nero’s.
As predicted, the job is shitwank but at least it’s somewhere decent. I see a “way home” pint on the horizon.
This is the kind of stuff we get up to at work.
Me and The Bouch had a lovely pint of Peroni whilst learing at pretty girls from behind sunglasses. We could have stayed but decided it was time to go home.
We went our separate ways.
As long as the journey is, I am happy to be on the Piccadilly line. No changes. All the way back to Hounslow West. I need to buy burgers and buns on the way home. I also need to make a decision about whether or not to put loads of drugs in my body. If the answer is yes, how many?
See! Being me is not as easy as it looks.
I spoke to soon. I got as far as Hounslow Central. Then they cancelled the tube. A signal fault was preventing any further travel. I walked the final mile to Hounslow West.
At least it didn’t rain.
This pretty much sealed my fate as far as the recreational goodies I was deciding whether I should get. I made three stops on the way home.
- Cash machine
- Local Apothecary
The Co-Op was for burgers and beer.
Children, brain and body fed. I managed to squeeze a thousand words out and into the book. I had a little read through. Yep. I’m insane.
As I always say though, it keeps me out of trouble!