a reply to: jacygirl
Nothing particularly much going on today, but tomorrow... tomorrow is a different affair.
As I have mentioned before, I live in the county of Essex, on the North shore of the Thames Estuary. A very good friend of mine, part of my
established social circle, has met a woman who lights him up like an armoured column under fire from an A-10 Warthog, and she lives in Kent, which is
the other side of the River Thames. She is, however, moving tomorrow. And so it was, that a few weeks ago, the call to arms went up, or rather, the
call requesting the use of several pairs of arms went up. She is moving to our county, in fact, to our town, which means the disgustingly sweet
experience of seeing those two together, will be more frequent. As much as I am somewhat averse to being overloaded with the diabetes inducingly
saccharine behaviour of the pair, I am also duty bound, as a friend, to lend a hand in the maintenance of the happiness of both those individuals. So,
tomorrow I will rouse at an ungodly time in the morning, so that myself, the smitten friend, and another associate of ours, can pack ourselves into a
van, hot foot it to Kent, and retrieve his lady love and her personal effects, and move them all back across the river, to our town.
It will be some significant effort to make happen, since we will be moving the contents of a two bedroom house, with only a Transit van, as opposed
to a drop tail truck, limiting the tonnage we can move on any one trip. That being said, we are to a man, capable, hardy folk, so no doubt we shall
complete the task with time to spare for a beer or three afterward, regardless of limitations placed in our way. I am, oddly enough, looking forward
to the exertion, and the adventure. Tis a rare thing for me to leave the confines of my town, leave alone my county, for any other reason than to head
to a rock festival. So if anything, it will be a welcome change of pace from the glacial progress I am making in my own business, and personal life.
It will be nice to put my shoulder to some hard, physical, and rapid work, in the absence of a flourishing trading environment in the professional
I hope the weather holds, of course, because no one likes sitting on a damp sofa.