Monday: Work
Tuesday: Work
Wednesday: Today I had to travel there and back to Livingston 3 times. Once to drop the mrs off, once to pick her up and the last time to deliver her to a works leaving do for one of her colleagues. Straightforward? No not in the slightest. I thought I'd fill up the car with petrol on the first return trip. Nope, the lid had locked itself shut, off to the garage I trundled. Luckily my garage blokes are nice they had it sorted in under half an hour. Plus at no cost to myself! That's twice that's happened now. Whilst the mrs attended her leaving thing I sat in the car reading my book and playing my Ds. I got really far in Ninja Town. Actually I think I'm on the last level now.
Thursday: Relaxed and took a stroll into town. Bought my usual Euromillions ticket plus co-op coke for the wife.
Friday: Did a poxy four hour shift and took the mrs to lunch in Marks and Spencers. It's a Friday treat thing for her. This week I indulged in a Bakewell Slice and most excellent it was too. Didn't think I'd get a seat to start with, the shopping centre where I work was a seething morass of people. I think this was due to the kids going back to school on Tuesday up here.
Saturday: More work up to 8pm.
Sunday: I got told to not be on a basket till. Despite the fact that's where they have rota'ed me to be on Sunday's. I say far enough and got to till 15. A lady covers my half hour lunch and I say am I coming back to this till? Yes she answered. 2 hours later "Why are you still on this till?" "Because I asked if I was to come back here and was told yes." Then another whole 2 hours later I get my till closed down and get moved to the basket till I'm meant to be on.
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