Over to Lancing for 8am, nice sunny day, bit chilly though and after a knock on the first customers door I was confronted by a small, scrawney ninety odd year old man, with purple stripey legs, in his underpants clutching a zimmer frame on wheels asking me if I was his home help!
\n“No,” I explained, “I’m here to repair your boiler,” at which point be mumbled something, adjusted his false teeth and invited me in before shuffling off to his bedroom muttering something along the lines of,
\n‘I suppose I better get up then.’
\nAs I entered the bungalow I was engulfed by a heavy atmospheric presence of ammonia with a thick aftertaste that I can’t quite describe, it was quite obvious to me this man was in need of a visit from his home helper. As it happens, he was a very jolly fellow who suffered from severe vertigo and can’t stand for long without falling arse over tit, I happily agreed that I understood his condition and was very sympathetic, the difference being I need to drink 10 pints of Strongbow first!
\nI left feeling quite sorry for the old fart after stories of his days when he used to cycle round the country, i did say to him, “Wise move staying away from the cliff edges,” but he didn’t get it, he just nodded, smiled and then made a strange squelchy noise… Not being sure exactly which part of his body actually made the sound, I decided time to go, and off I went.<\/p>\n
Finished early, 1.30pm locally too so home in no time. Basically, apart from backing up loadsa crap junking up my PC and having a look at some antenna stuff, I did sod all for the rest of the day. I feel I am able to organise things better, albeit small things, but something as simple as creating seperate accounts on my PC for kids (as they dont let me near it when they’re here), backing up my files and a bit of a tidy in here makes me feel I have things more under control. Which is a good thing…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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