A day late. Slippage already! My hands feel swollen, fingers like sausages. I put this down to an excess of manual labour. Whilst not beyond or beneath me, it's something I would rather not be doing. But needs must. I seem to have become the 'drinks' guy at Waitrose Supermarket in York, where I work the twilight shift, stacking shelves. Drinks are bastard heavy! How much Coke or jazzed-up water can people drink? Lots - beer buying seems puny by comparison. On the subject of beer, another of my doing instead of talking about doing 2011 resolutions will soon be underway. My micro-brewery kit arrived yesterday, 40 pints of ale waiting for water, warmth and the passage of time. This will be my first attempt at home-brewing and I feel a childlike excitement and impatience to get under way. But 50-50s comes first, even though my sausagey fingers and bacon head (drinks last night) have made my latest posting a clumsy experience.
The finger thing is down to having to clear up a fallen tree in our garden. The UK has been windy this week and when I got home Thursday night, I found a pig-tail screw on the kitchen worktop. Kim told me meaningfully, that a tree had blown down, breaking exactly where I had put that pig-tail screw for my hammock (deep-down, I think she disapproves of my capacity to relax) and all the sawing and lopping to reduce the tree to manageable pieces has taken it's toll on my trusty right hand. None of this however, is intended as an excuse for slippage and now I have to think about getting on with the next story.
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