My body clock is slightly out of synch.
To say I haven’t always been a morning person would be a slight understatement. However, just recently, like Michael Howard, there’s been something of the night about me. That isn’t to say I’m out and about on the brass razoo, but that I’m operating later and later.
What the devil I was doing stopping up until 5.30am looking at RVs and the like with the wife online is anyone’s guess. It was nothing more than a flight of fancy; some bizarre plan to buy ourselves a 1970′s Airstream trailer and travel round America for a year. I even managed to price getting the damn thing Wifi compliant so I could still blog merrily away along the highways and byways.
Nice and shiny.
In keeping with me possessing the traits of the Tory cabinet circa 1989, I managed a Thatcher-esque power nap and stumbled into work earlier than was really necessary to find John giving someone the hairdryer treatment over the phone.
In this game round here there’s a handful of unscrupulous firms who’ll set up, go bust then keep repeating steps one and two under different guises. The point is everybody knows who they are, but they still have the brassneck to ring you up for further work.
John was dealing with one such company and going slightly beserk seeming we’d been taken by them for £300 a while back.
Unfortunately, the unsuspecting fella on the other end of the line had no idea that this was the case and he suddenly started calling his boss a ‘twat’ and that he’d personally get a cheque off him and bring it round.
But John’s not just the J.R. of the sheet metal world, he also has a caring, sharing side evident by him giving Jasper the day off to go looking round local graveyards to pursue his little genealogy project.
Although, with Jasper’s Scottish heritage, we’d be most surprised if he hadn’t just buggered off to Blackpool.
Thank God I’ve booked my flight.
UPDATE: Cheque brought round with a compliments slip but with compliments crossed out and replaced with apologies.
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