Another sunny day? Yes, it is. Another chance then to get out and about, doing stuff, meeting people, filling my day with endless blog anecdotes. So let's start as I mean to continue. First task is to extricate myself from bed.

Get out of bed? There was a time in my energetic youth when I thought nothing of leaping into clothes and bursting out into the big wide world before being crushed utterly by fate. Now I grimace and debate the relaive merits of warm comfortable beds and the bracing weather of sunny old Swindon.

As it happens, I have a mission today. Yesterday I discovered that the path around the back of the lake at Queens Park has been opened up. That's the first time I've been able to circumnavigate the lake there since I came to Swindon more than forty years ago.

Needless to say the Park Beavers had been at work. The hillside looks like the vegetation has been ripped out, which is pretty much the case, and definitely not pretty to look at. Still, it was interesting to wander around there, though from the noise the birds were making they're not used to human beings wandering around the quiet end of the lake where they nest.

I Have A job For You

Another morning at the museum. I was settling in for a dull session manning the front desk, watching the world go by outside. No sooner had I resigned myself to the boredom of an empty museum when the boss burst through the doors. A wicked smile crossed his lips as he saw me. I could see his evil mind plotting, scheming, wondering if...

"Caldrail, are you any good at woodwork?" He asked.

Erm... No, too late. If you intend to put the boss off you need to be quicker than that. He almost hauled me bodily out of the chair and before I had a chance to mention my inexperience of anything remotely connected with DIY, he was teaching me new skills like helping to erect display cases from scratch.

Hang on... What's all this water running down my face? Sweat? You mean I'm actually sweating? Oh good grief, this is manual labour!

Too Late

Eventually I managed to give my boss the slip. Having sneaked out of the museum I was safe to go down to the programme centre and pursue my job searching. First thing, my emails.... What's this? A vacancy on offer? Woo hooo!!!!!

The message asked me to call them. Another email asked me to call immediately. Right you are then. Pick up the phonerator thing, tap in the number (I think this is how you use these satanic devices) and...

The contact wasn't available. Darn. But I using someone elses phone, so the person on the other end went off to find the lady who asked me to contact her. When she returned, I heard a brief comment in the background, and phone went dead. Is that what this agency consider polite business manners? Not that it mattered. Almost immediately afterward I got an 'out of office' autoreply to my persistent contacting. Okay, I get the message.