Tomorrow I have to be up relatively early. I’m being contacted about the water leaks from the recent storms, I have to work a little earlier and I have a job application to finalise. It’s an actual proper job this time with some real science in it. Dangerous bacteria too. I might or might not get it but it’s the closest match to me I’ve seen in a long time.
The application has to be in before the 22nd. I intend to be a lot quicker than that but I have time to make it as close to perfect as I can. Work in Local Shop is becoming tiresome, the level of stupid there is off the scale now. It has ceased to be as much fun. Tonight we had new batteries fitted to the floor cleaning machine so we won’t have to charge it up every day. The engineer arrived late in the evening and put the batteries on for a 6 hour initial charge – 30 minutes before I was due to use it. So I couldn’t use it.
I also couldn’t leave it to charge overnight because the shop is unoccupied so it would be a fire risk. I left Boss a note asking her to start the charge in the morning. It was a long note, there has been a serious outbreak of stupid in the last few days.
Tonight, I’ll restrict myself to a screenshot (CynaraeStMary tipped me off that it could be done and I eventually found out how) from my phone. Part of a recent text conversation with my son.
The backstory is that as I was hiding the dismembered corpse of the Christmas tree in the attic, I noticed that the wall up there was pretty much covered in flies. This is, apparently, where they all go in the winter. So if anyone ever asks you where flies go in the winter, it’s my attic.
With visions of a plague in Spring, I hurried off to my cupboard of chemicals and took the spray of Chemical Death. After a good long burst I shut the attic hatch.
Oh they died all right. The swines managed to find their way back through the gaps around the hatch and they did the Final Waltz all over the hall floor. I had only just hoovered up the mess left by the tree (I thought artificial ones weren’t supposed to shed? They’re taking realism too far these days) and I had a mess of dead flies to contend with. I hoovered them too but still they come, one by one. They irritate me even when they’re dead.
I’m wondering if I open the hatch now, will there be a mound of dead flies on it? Better have the hoover ready.
It is strange here. I moved in at the end of August and haven’t seen a single spider. Not one. Not even a web. Then the attic was full of flies. I never dust anything. There’s no dust. There is other stuff too, but that might be best left alone for now. It’s like living in something I might have written.
Anyway, off to bed for me, no browsing the news and no more than a soupcon of whisky for this night. I am forced into limited drinking anyway by having to drive to work next day. With the SNP’s crackdown and lower limit, you can fail if you just have a hangover. My previous normal intake would have had me put away for life – but I wasn’t driving at all then.
For tonight, here is part of that conversation for your amusement. I have deleted the name, obviously, but changed nothing else. It’s a normal family conversation.
Update: These are the ghastly miscreants in question. There is another one dying even now.