I go to work on Monday on the bus, this was a mistake. It
appears that Derby is officially closed, at least if you are coming from Nottingham.
No trains, no buses, no road.
There are no trains running due to track work at Derby
Railway Station. The replacement buses along with the normal buses like the one
I’m on are all stuck in the traffic because the A52 has now been reduced to one
lane until 26th August. The school holidays are apparently the time to do this
because it’s quieter. Not now it isn’t. I arrive an hour late for work.
At home the Lad continues to have fun\wreak havoc (delete as
applicable). His party trick is pulling all the washing off the line so that he
can eat the clothes pegs. L warns him he's still on probation and suggests
putting up a video camera to keep track of the chaos during the day. We could
but he’d probably eat that too.
On Tuesday, I attempt to get to work by car. I make it and
I’m only ten minutes late after trying several different routes of entry. Result.
After our rather wet dog show at the weekend I am recruited
do some tent building on Wednesday evening as we need to erect them again to dry them
out. However a task force gets up there in the afternoon and therefore there is
nothing left for me to do. Result.
(Wednesday 1st
August)
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