rARsh!

Bless ‘im and bliss in a new orifice

I return home to find an invoice stuffed through the doors of The Lion’s Den (Hmm. That doesn’t work as well as “Em³ Acres”, does it?)

G. R. Denner
01999 666666

WE CALL AGAIN WHEN
WE GET SOME RAIN AND GRASS
START GROWING

Ah, bless him - he’s trying to use English

I was later home because I’d called in Chez Stubby en route. Not for any romantic entanglement, more’s the pity, but rather to help her install a training package on the laptop she’s borrowing (I’d only given her basic access - I’m not daft - and the software needed to be installed by an administrator).

Late, too, because of the newly increased travel time. No longer am I working in Slurry Street but, rather, on the opposite side of the city centre, 1.2 miles rather than 1.2 metres from the bus station. Still, it’s a very pleasant walk to the new orifice and - even better - the orifice is air conditioned. Ah, bliss.

As I had to return to the centre of the city in the noonday sun I took a couple of snaps of the area - I am most pleased with the apparent photo opportunities this change of location brings. I was also surprised to find some other snaps taken over the last couple of weeks that I’d forgotten to download.