Friday. Back at work. Nights. No motivation to put pinky to keyboard what so ever when it comes to blogging. No opinions, no thoughts other than what to eat next, no interest. Sad old 2 and 8 really. What with mucker Kevin dieing and brother’s domestic issues coming to the fore, it all seems a bit horrid really. And yet, as far as I know, life on the allatsea front seems decidedly NICE, so maybe it’s a guilt thing I’m feeling. Un worthy of the good fortune perhaps. So be it.

The chucks are still laying 6 eggs most days. Five on some and once, three. Cousin Jackie reported some ghastly news. Jack’s been homing and looking after ex battery hens for years. She nurses them back to health and gives them a nice rural home for their final years. A fox burrowed under the perimeter fence and killed the lot the other week. Poor old Jack, heartbroken. I do feel for her.

The repainting of the towers continues at a gentle pace and will be on hold for the next fortnight whilst I’m on shift. The scaffolding is ours until June 15th so plenty of time to get finished…………………. he said touching wood and stroking a rabbit’s foot.
The dentist wants to talk to me about implants. At three thousand pounds each and at least two required, he can talk all he likes. I feel faint at the thought, financially and physically. The allatsea mouth is a never ending saga, always has been. In more ways than one but we can talk about that another day.

Mummy allatsea is off to see friends in the East Midlands for a week. Watch out Nottingham, here she comes. The house watchers move in as she moves out, so to speak. She was burgled (many years ago) while away visiting muckers and doesn’t take chances anymore.

Crossing fingers that all works out well for bro in the end and that the Euro millions draw falls favourably this Friday so I can stop doing nightshifts, I’ll bid you nite nite.

Nite nite.

About allatsea

Sixty year old master-mariner. Absolutely gorgeous. Well wedged.....when compared to a Nairobi street urchin. Sorted, in that I haven't been in court recently. Hopelessly optimistic, terminally disappointed. Good with cats and other fluffy things. No musical talent. Generous to a fault provided it's someone else's round. Political centreist with far right and left viewpoints. A green activist from the hydrocarbon position with nuclear leanings. Averse to avarice but always happy to receive lottery wins, gifts, windfalls, legacies, prizes and wet sloppy kisses.
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