This week has been another ‘quiet’ week – or at least one where I don’t seem to have stopped long enough to do a decent post. Which means ‘quiet’ here and… less so in reality.
It started off well – driving home on Monday from a long weekend in Dorset. A ‘quiet’ ‘break’ that resulted in 600ish miles of driving – but also enough necessary downtime and peace to have made it worthwhile. In fairness I could’ve split the driving, or whatever, but it’s never the driving that tires me, so *shrug*
The place in Dorset will definitely be re-visited though – it was great, and all told thoroughly enjoyable.
The rest of Monday was less fun – once I’d got home I started feeling pretty rotten, and ended up having a sleep on the sofa. Felt a bit better when I woke up, but rapidly got worse again, and ended up with gastric explosions of an epic standard. At least it had the good grace to wait til I got home, rather than expelling my innards into a hire-car. Thankfully, there was only the one major dollop, so I was able to sleep etc.
Tuesday was a day on-site with my current client – could’ve done without it, but needs must and all that.
Wednesday and Thursday were back to almost-normal, but also included taking the bloody Saab back to the garage (another Engine Management light issue, which was why I had the hire care for the weekend) and going to the cinema, as well as a day where it seemed like people were all trying to kill me. (More of that in another post, perhaps)
And now Friday, and back on-site, as the boss is then away for two weeks.
And that, my friends, is a ‘quiet week’…