L's pool is very quiet at the moment which could be due to the latest Covid scare or it could just be because a lot of people seem
to down tools their fitness programs at this time of year until after Christmas. That is assuming
you’re not training for a spring marathon. In an attempt to keep up with L’s
superior fitness regime I head to the gym.
The assumption that now that L’s Dad is in a care home that
visiting would be much easier and more frequent than at the hospital turns out
to be a bit naive. They allow only two visitors on the premises at a time and
each resident is only allowed one 30 minute visit a week.
By Tuesday the weather has turned decidedly icy. It would be
nice to have some snow but that doesn’t look as if it’s going to happen. It is
windy though which may be why the Covid testing tent near L’s work isn’t there
this morning.
I have a night out with my ex-school colleague after work.
Drinks in the Alexandra and the Brunswick before food in Silk Mill which was
much better than last time in the Exeter.
There’s sad news from dog training as I hear that the Lad’s
‘mate’ from training has been rehomed after he attacked his owner and she needed
to have stitches. He was handful but didn’t know he could be violent. He’s now
at a rescue centre in South Wales.
L wants me to ask if they want a cat as a replacement. She wants to offer
everyone her Mum's cat as it’s about to be rehomed for the somewhat lesser crime of
being slightly annoying.
By Thursday, the Government is again advising everyone to 'work
from home where possible'. At work our new owners tell us we
can do so starting immediately. Our old owners advise that we must
have a dedicated work environment which does not include sitting on a bed and
we must have a webcam for face to face meetings. So I now have a webcam,
courtesy of the company.
Thursday is also, by some weirdly ironic fate, our Christmas
Party at a new Indian called Nicco Restaurant and Cocktail Bar on Pride Park. Did
I say party? My mistake. This fictional party is definitely not a party it is
actually a business meeting.
So it won’t be wild and certainly not as wild as the Lad’s
fourth birthday party back at home where I’m sure they’ll be sausages.
Our business meeting is followed by the now traditional post-event long
walk to somewhere to have a drink bypassing many places where we could have had a drink. This year's long distance venue is the pool club in the centre of town. No, I have no idea why
we went there. I stay for one more beer then get the bus home with a pocket
full of birthday naan for the boys.
On Friday I decide to spend one last day in the office
before starting working from home again. Two staff don't turn up at all, last seen asleep in the bus station
after last night's business meeting.
(Friday 10th December)
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