* It's my birthday on Saturday.
Well, Sunday, actually. But I'm working on Sunday, so have made an executive decision to move my birthday to the day before. Hence; my birthday is this Saturday, and it is going to be great. Not only do I have a day out planned that should be highly enjoyable - a dog walk followed by a visit to the SeaLife Centre in Birmingham followed by another dog walk followed by a meal out followed by a couple of nice stiff drinks - BUT, BUT my dear (missing?) reader; there will also be cake. And homemade cake at that.
Good, eh?
* I chased a toddler with my broom yesterday. That sounds really bad, but actually it was an event encouraged by all involved - well, by the toddler and me. His dad didn't appear all that thrilled - and made everybody smile. Until a passing manager saw me and called a stop to it, that is.
Spoilsport. The poor kid looked really disappointed...
* Mother was chased by a spider on Sunday evening in the middle of her viola practice. A big one. So big that she shrieked and didn't stop until I went to investigate. Then she was so hysterical she didn't want me to touch it so I could pop it outside. I had to fetch a glass and a piece of cardboard and physically shove her out of the hallway - also known as our Music Corridor - before I could rescue her from the terror of the spider and the spider from the terror of her terror.
On a related note, once one has pushed one's mother out of the way and realizes that the spider has vanished; "uh-oh, where's it gone?" is NOT a good thing to say out loud. Particularly if one's mother is just on the other side of the door and her hearing is quite acute.
* Did I mention that it is my birthday on Saturday?
There will be cake.
* Bingo has inexplicably started scavenging for cat muck and if I don't notice or reach him in time, he gobbles it up. It's a distressing habit that he has suddenly developed, previously having scavenged solely for food - particularly meat, with bonus joy if it's got bones to crunch - and spent his life seeing muck as something delightfully smelly to roll in, rather than to eat. And I have to say, not only am I ignorant as to why this trend has started, but I am also bewildered as to how to stop it. I can't watch him every single second as he roams around. I can't have him on his lead all the time either, because that would just be cruel. Of course there is the fact that though it's disgusting to us, it doesn't seem to be doing him any harm, so I suppose that is a plus.
Another puzzle, of course, is where all this muck has come from. I thought cats liked to bury their business once they'd finished. When did that stop happening? Ours always certainly have, as do all the cats of all the people I know, so why the sudden influx of felines that aren't bothering??
* The Bitch still isn't back. Apparently she 'forgot' that the sick note that she hadn't bothered to send in was actually for four weeks, not one. And apparently she is still suffering from this breakdown/agoraphobia that suddenly struck her out of nowhere anyway, so we're not too sure what's going to happen now.
Interestingly, though she is now in horrendous debt and also emotionally unable to leave the house, she still has both the gumption and the cash to go out drinking with friends. And also is stupid enough to write about it on that God awful Facebook that she frequents. With pictures.
One good thing is that our new Area Manager (henceforth known as AM) is as bewildered as us by the company's strange refusal to address this (or any other of the problems) and is not happy with either The Bitch's attitude and behaviour, or the lack of effort on behalf of her superiors to resolve it. So she is trying to find a way to force them to take action.
So you never know; there may be hope yet. Watch this space...
* Autumn is in full swing and the air is getting chillier by the day. This makes me happy. The skin on my hands isn't too thrilled with it, but the rest of me is. I love this time of year. My hay-fever is coming to an end, too.
* I know that being stupidly clumsy is part of my nature, but I am getting supremely fed up of continually injuring myself. I tripped over a step and slammed the right hand side of my body into a table yesterday, and the damage I did to the tendons in my left leg when I fell over at work - out of a walk in shower I was trying to clean onto a stone floor - is still causing me to limp three weeks after the fact.
Fed up is what I am. Fed UP.
* It's all change at the SENSE shop. The people that run the show are making some very funny and questionable decisions that are causing reverberations throughout the whole of the company. I am terribly glad that I am only a volunteer and only for 6 hours a week, so my dealings with the results are kept to a strict minimum. I just go in, check and tag stock, serve at the till when needed and then go home again. I'd hate to be a paid employee working there right now.
* There is an ongoing debate raging over the fact that certain individuals have taken to standing in front of the Town Hall - right in the middle of the town centre - and started preaching Hell & Brimstone type sermons to the passing public with the aid of an unshakable belief (that they are right and everyone else is wrong) and a very powerful microphone. One side of the debate is that the law protecting free speech applies to everything and everyone, another is that the right to free speech ends when said free speech is used to loudly heckle members of the public - with examples being cited that prove that in circumstances not involving "the word of the Lord", the law agrees with this - and yet another claiming that sod free speech; his/her/their business is being effected because paying members of the public are being actively driven away from their shops to avoid being shouted at.
Personally, I have sympathy with sentiment three and completely agree with sentiment two. There is a time and a place to share your views and in the middle of a busy town in front of shops armed with a microphone isn't one of them. What's happening here isn't a person opening a debate or trying to exchange views; it's a bully screaming in people's ears - people that are merely going about their business and incidentally, do not have microphones at their disposal to scream back at the bugger - that they are all evil and are going to burn forever in hell because they don't agree with him. And in my opinion, that doesn't equate to 'free speech' being exercised, but plain and simple verbal abuse.
That's what I think, anyway.
...Anyhoo, got to go, so that's it for now. Dinner won't cook itself.
Mores the pity. Don't you think?
Alice x
PS: did I mention that it is my birthday on Saturday?
There will be cake...
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