August, Hartlepool, been raining steadily for 24 hours. Grey, dizzly, gloomy. Sigh.
The cable’s on the carousel. A few tests to do, arrangements for departure to be finalised, all a bit up in the air for now. C’mon, let’s get going.
Back at home mummy allatsea isn’t answering her phone……again. Either she doesn’t hear it, or does hear it but doesn’t answer it, or hears it but doesn’t know what it means. Not good. Years and pish catching up with her I guess? Nunky allatsea none too good either. Cognitively all there bless the old lad but the body is failing fast. There’s not much of him. ‘Eat’ they say, but he can’t. Even the super strength nutritional drinks are hard for him to get down. Worrying. Fortunately, thanks solely to the efforts of memsahib allatsea, he is in the system. In the system in that he does have nurses visit him and they’ve hinted that he might want to consider a hospice. A hospice? Blimey, it’s that far on is it?
Sitting on a cable layer, albeit a very nice cable layer is not the place to be when dealing with this development. Always a useless twat at times like this, allatsea is even more so when in this position. Not good at all.
Perhaps time to have a revisit as to career choice? I think so.
On the positive side, the weather looks good for the forthcoming weeks so we may be able to crack on get done and dusted. The boys and girls in Rio appear to be doing us proud and the test match starts today. Good, an unchanged (winning) England side against Pakistan. Go chaps go.