It’s almost year’s end and still they call. I have decided to cease work until next year………LOL. As it is my diary is already beginning to fill up and the requests keep coming in. Even as I write this my phone is ringing! Sheesh! Come on folks, take a break, I will still be here next year! Hopefully.
Today a couple of guys at my local pub are holding an ‘open bar’, that is all drinks are free for a few hours! I was invited to go along about ten days ago but I don’t think I will. In any case I am out elsewhere dining with my ex. today. I might just switch off my phone so as I am not receiving calls for work. My house phone will be switched to answerphone mode.
Back home after a great meal and a slight detour to the supermarket to buy in some drinks I am sitting watching a bit of television. During our meal I did get a phone call. I’d forgotten to switch it off! However I’d missed the call and instead received a text message telling me I had a message on my voicemail. I waited until we’d finished dining and listened to the voicemail message. You guessed it, another call for work. OK, this one is by way of a small emergency as the guy has lost part of his lighting in the house. Have you tried walking about in the dark? I will attend tomorrow morning as arranged.
Getting back to the supermarket, we were at the checkout when a lady followed behind me and began emptying her trolley. She was accompanied by a very young boy, possibly her grandson. She had bought similar items to myself, mostly soft drinks (honest….well not that honest…LOL). I stooped toward the child and asked if I could come to his party and have some of his lemonade. He looked a bit bewildered but then smiled. The lady looked at me and said, ‘Oh this is a normal spend, we aren’t having a party’. Then she said, ‘Didn’t you do some electrical work for me’? ‘Most probably’, I replied. I meet so many people it is hard to remember them all! ‘I might want some more work doing, have you got a card’? she asked. ‘Sorry’, I said but I gave her my phone numbers. Seems there is no escape for me. Must be fate or maybe I’m just so good people can’t help employing me! (She says coyly, leaving her trumpet in the corner………..TeHe).

Shirley Anne