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Muse on the frustrations linked to work

Bunty, Bobby and Beatrice (Emerald Frog blog) will have to wait until tomorrow ... sorry ... got it all planned out in my head but forgot that B B & B are red squirrels and that the baddies must therefore be grey, so planned names wouldn't fit - will have to sleep on it and see if more inspiration drifts my way. If this makes no sense to you at all, then apologies and for explanation read chapters 1 - 3 of B B & B in Emerald Frog.

Somewhat miserable day today - work; kids music exams & driving test; and work.

Reasons why work was distressing today:

  • wasn't at home
  • got stuck behind tractor; then lorry; then another tractor on way there
  • computer system had changed - made me run late; made me look/feel stupid; meant I missed my coffee break
  • couldn't be there to give my son a hug when he failed his driving test
  • dog = maniac when got home, after a morning shut in his pen listening to builders singing
  • work!!! need I say anything more
  • and ... got to go back tomorrow
  • and ... slightly jealous of son who will be at Wimbledon tomorrow

Tip to all you undecided youngsters out there (if anyone is actually reading this) aim to do a job or enter a profession that you actually enjoy - that way work won't feel like work and you'll be happy. Maybe.

Eldest has just told me to go to bed ... because I "have to go to work tomorrow!!!!!"


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