3rd September, 2010

Look, ( always wanted to start a paragraph with that word ), it has not been an easy return to work for me. I have bored you already on the subject of my trip down the doorstep of my parents house which has left me limping for a fortnight. I have also had to contend with the fact that I am now dependent upon the services of First Capital Connect for my journey to and from work. Whether or not this is preferable to the miles I did driving up and down the M11, well the jury is still out. The fact that someone felt it necessary last night to pull the Communication Cord ( which is a contradiction in terms if ever I heard one ) bringing the train to an immediate halt literally five yards from the station platform in Cambridge where were stranded for at least 5 minutes, has not helped my equilibrium.
Furthermore, my week in Scotland was not, as you may have gathered, plain sailing. Besides my trip down the doorstep, I failed in my quest to win back the Big Stick in the family golf competition. I didn’t manage to complete the 500 piece jigsaw of an Alpine castle despite being laid up with a sore leg and pouring rain. Indeed, everything conspired against me last week come to think of it. I managed to drag myself up a hill at the top of Glen Clova on a big family walk, pretty much the sole purpose of which, as far as Bob and his boy-cousins were concerned, was to set Twiggie, the lurcher, after whatever prey might appear. I appreciate this is a sensitive subject so read no further if you are at all the queasy sort, but needless to say having walked for hours and seen absolutely nothing, it was typical of my luck these days that a hare got up less than five minutes from the end of the walk and was easily caught and despatched by Twiggie to the all too apparent delight of the boys, but right in front, barely twenty yards, of a young couple and their two small daughters. Why do these things happen to me? Why?
PS Off to collect newly crowned genius eldest child from the railway station at Cambridge. Caio.