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March 30th, 2005 · Posted by Skuds in Life · No Comments · Life

Well… it looks like I was lucky to get my lawns mowed over the Easter weekend, as it has been pissing down ever since. I was in two minds, as it was still a little bit boggy on Monday, but decided to go for it in the end, and just as well: its now marshland again and it will be a long time before I can set foot on the grass again.

Apart from that, it was a quiet weekend really for me. Jayne had the worst of it as she had to get up early on Sunday for work, after we lost an hour’s sleep when the clocks went forward. The worst bit is that, as a home carer, Jayne has to get pensioners up, washed and fed, and none of them seemed to be aware of the start of British Summer Time and she spent the morning being told off for arriving an hour early.

I’m so glad its only a four-day week for me. On Monday night I noticed a film was just starting on TV and decided to see what it was like. Unfortunately it was a good one so I ended up watching it until the end at 01:30 and consequently had very little sleep to set me up nicely for the week. I really felt like just coming home from work and sleeping, but there was a board meeting at the Citizens Advice Bureau at 7:30pm. I am in two minds about continuing with the CAB. They really need to have people representing the council who are still councillors and have all the contacts. On top of that, I do feel a little bit out of place as everyone else is very middle class. I think I shall send an e-mail off to the Chief Exec of the council and stress that he needs to make sure some councillors get nominated this year.

Tuesday was a bad day for another reason, apart from being, in effect, a Monday. I read in the papers that Paul Hester is dead, apparently a suicide. I saw him play with Crowded House a couple of times and he seemed like the sort of person you can’t help but take an immediate liking to. It doesn’t seem right that he could have really been depressive. Maybe its that old ‘tears of a clown’ cliche?

Today has been better. I had a small win on the lottery. At £44 it was some £999,956 less than I would have hoped for, but its a start.

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