… means “back to work” for most people. But not for me. And not for Terry either because the weather was thoroughly dreadful. We had grey skies, high winds, driving rain and even a flurry of snow at about 13:00. Not the day for being outside under any circumstances.
as a result, Terry and I stayed in all day and didn’t do a thing. I carried on perusing the sale on this 3D support site and downloading a couple of free files, and also doing another pile of studying for this Animation course that I’m doing. I’m not quite sure what else I did, but it wasn’t very much. I know for a fact that I didn’t set a foot outside the house.
I had my blood test too this morning. I’ve not yet had the result but it can’t be very good because at about 16:45 I had “the call”. “Mr Hall – you have to come in for a blood transfusion tomorrow morning”.
As it happens, I have to go into Montlucon tomorrow anyway for my appointment with the anaesthetist at 13:30, and so for once, my appointments have dovetailed in nicely. That makes a change.
It doesn’t sound too exciting, my day today. And indeed it wasn’t. And neither was my nocturnal ramble last night. I don’t remember all that much of it, but it did involve a couple of young girls, one of whom, Zero, is quite a regular companion on my nocturnal rambles around the world. Some graffiti had appeared in the sky and I had to go to check it so see just how visible it was through the trees as it was winter and there were no leaves on the trees. This journey took me out to the Shropshire Union Canal bridge near Henhull on the A51. I started to run back home after my check (strangely reminiscent of the occasions in the past when, during a couple of nocturnal rambles I’d spent all of my time running between Crewe and Nantwich at all kinds of silly hours of the night), I was overtaken by two people on bicycles. Now, do you remember the other day when an old boss of mine drifted into my nocturnal rambles, tonight it was two of my working colleagues from those days, two people with whom I didn’t have any rapport at all and haven’t entered into my thoughts at all for 3O-odd years (except for a curious incident involving the Arsenal-Manchester United cup final of 1979 which remains part of my repertoire to this day). But to cut a long story short … “hooray” – ed … these two told me to hurry up back to the office because the boss (he of the other night) was waiting for me in order to start a group meeting. I asked why there was such a rush, to which they replied that I’d find out when I arrived.
