Ware-rabbit

Well, the birthday went well, the smasher enjoyed the wee joke I played on him re: the Oil and the bike although I must say the missus kinda rubbed it in a bit too much like, over egged the joke to help wind the poor kid up like..."...oh wasn't daddy cruel to play that joke on you son..." etc when I'm like, yeah ok love, leave it now yeah, joke's over...yeah?...
Anyway, little git hates his bike, says it's too big for him and he won't use it. ever!...uh-huh...thass nice innit...
Later, we took him and his 2 mates to see Wallice and Gromit, fucking nightmare, little gits would not behave...I had enough by the end and dashed off, leaving the missus to cope alone. Went instead to the boozah in town for a right piss-up and it was ace!...
Next day spent in bed. terrible hangover. terrible.
Last day at OU tomorrow, got fuck all to do there now, all done. week off next week. missus nagging me no doubt...you coulda been earning ya lazy sod...instead of sitting around the house!...ah well, small price to pay.

It's a "bike" son...you use yir oil on it see...a bike, thass right...jesus 

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it - hey! it's what he bloody wanted!! 

The smasher, opening his bike oil on his bithday...I think he's pleased... 

MOT

Tomorrow I start my last full week at the OU….it’s been two months amazingly. In fact I’m only going to be working 3 days as I’ve booked Tuesday off to do stuff with my smasher on his 6^th birthday and I’ve booked the following day off so that I can get over the inevitable hangover I’ll have from the night before spending time with my so-called mates; It’ll mean a few bob less in my final pay check but what the feck. I’m working a day the following week, then that’s it, few days at home before the new job takes me over.

Not a bad weekend I’ve just had, had half a bottle of wine Friday night because on Saturday we had to go get my car’s first MOT…arrhhh…at 8:30am so I needed to be alcohol free blooded. The bastards charged me £44 too! And I only had it serviced a couple of months ago. Wankers. While they were pretending to MOT the car, we went for a MacDonalds breakie and a wander around Waltham Abbey, jesus, what a shithole.

The rest of the day, we did very little. I got some bike oil for the smashers birthday, the joke is, his old bike squeaks see, so I said tell you what, we'll buy you some oil for your birthday like, fixed that squeak innit and bless him, he's looking forward to having it fixed, he not know we got he a brand new bike. The missus said I'm cruel and I suppose I am, but fuck it, I like to. His little face, lit up as he opens his 3-in-1 oil…Oh Christ, I can see myself laughing now. In his face.

Lite the first coal fire of the winter and watched it’s all gone Pete Tong. Rubbish. Sunday, went swimming, carved pumpkins and did some tapping onto that old format mini disc! For my future commute…

Permanent

Did I mention I got the Southwark job in the end?...oh...well I did. I start in two weeks time. nice.

Elder smasher, his world has been turned upside down...literally!...you see..ahfuggit 

Younger smash, trying to potty train he, so he's smearing his sweaty nappyless erse all over my bloody bed...jesus 

Bend over

I dunno, went to an interview “assessment” day Tuesday, maths, English, verbal and physical tests for a job with Southwark council. Jesus, a complete nightmare in the back and beyond of Peckham

Still going strong at OU, they still dangling the carrot of something permanent at me, but nothing concrete yet, like a job offer or even a job for that matter. In the meantime, I have a telephone interview tomorrow and I have my CV in with Bedford council for a 10-week contract job, so fingers crossed for something. I must admit it’s dragging on a bit now

On the family front, not a lot of news, usual mixture of cheap and cheerful days out at the weekend. Yesterday we all cycled to Hertford, except the missus who drove on ahead and set up the picnic, the weather lovely, weird isn’t it?…The elder smasher, really looking forward to his birthday, when we’ve promised him some oil to fix the squeak on his knackered old bike….it’s breaking our hearts when he brings that up, littlie knowing we have a brand new one we’re dying to give him, still, only another week now.

Word is telling me the last few paragraphs are fragmented, ironic, as this is how I feel at the moment so I’ll leave the update here, in mid…

txt = pint kroni. ta. ;-)

A fairly dull weekend, here’s the jist; there was a major crash north of MK Friday evening, just before I get on at junction 14, so I had a clear run home along an almost empty M1 because all the southbound traffic was held up, of course I felt bad for the people involved. Anyway, I get home early doors and I’m ready for my first pint of the week, so I leg into me local, order a pint then call the missus, that way round see, not get home, then say I’m off for a pint, don’t work that way, tried it.

Mind you, nearly didnae get my pint as they have a new barmaid on, who doesn’t know my order, or my face come to that, so she ignored me for the first 5 minutes while I stood there, then she wandered over, not taking her eyes off her phone as she was busy texting someone at the time. I give her my order, pint of kroni please love, and she pours one handed all the while continuing texting, I mean, Service innit, I know you is claiming and this job is just pin money but I am your bloody customer here…Hello!!…ahfuggit…I take me pint and text the wife..one handed.

That evening I dreamt I went to Mandalay, or may as well have, totally out of it I was by 10pm. I know this because the next day, I put on Spooks and I’m watching thinking, hello, this is all very familiar somehow…so I deduced I must have watched it the night before. Clever old me, worked it out.

Saturday, hung over but happy not to be working so I’m up and we’re in town buying a suit for me. Later she takes them to her cousins who are leaving the country for Oz, Hoo-bloody-ray! One less of ‘em but I stayed behind and put together the smashers new birthday surprise bike. 20 minutes job. Not botha. Spent rest of day in pub. Nice one.

Sunday, lemme see, park, ducks, one pint, sleep in afternoon.