It's been what we refer to at Jurassic Towers as a complete bowel movement of a fortnight. On our last day of holiday we were rear-ended as I did an emergency stop to avoid hitting an old fool who decided the middle of the A39 was the perfect place to suddenly park up. The car, Hubster and I all appeared superficially undamaged, but it turns out the car is a write-off, and we feel about the same. My ace GP signed me off for two weeks because my job involved a fairly large amount of manual labour, and I do have a fair bit of discomfort down to whiplash (having been to the physio yesterday I can happily tell you that it is my trapezius and levator scapulae which are well and truly screwed on my right hand side, so I no longer have any healthy shoulders).
All was going well until I dared to ask for Statutory Sick Pay, and suffice to say I have parted company with the company for such reasons cited as "did not plant poppies fast enough". And on that happy note, I think my career in the horticulture business is over for the time being. I start a teaching job in September.
Every cloud has a silver lining, however, and there is much excitement for tomorrow (all to be revealed shortly), and it means I have plenty of time and inclination to tend my own garden. Especially as my tiny Ginkgo biloba seems intent on setting a record for Bring A Bigger Leaf.
All was going well until I dared to ask for Statutory Sick Pay, and suffice to say I have parted company with the company for such reasons cited as "did not plant poppies fast enough". And on that happy note, I think my career in the horticulture business is over for the time being. I start a teaching job in September.
Every cloud has a silver lining, however, and there is much excitement for tomorrow (all to be revealed shortly), and it means I have plenty of time and inclination to tend my own garden. Especially as my tiny Ginkgo biloba seems intent on setting a record for Bring A Bigger Leaf.
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