No Graves

In an effort to swing back into what is commonly known as a “normal” sleeping pattern I stayed up all night last night, settling down with the huge pile of 2000ADs at around 8am to await a call from the Agency. And Lo! One came through at about nine-ish. An intriguing job working in a cemetery doing little picking some gardening, clearing the dead flowers away and maybe some gravedigging. Gravedigging? Now that’s something I haven’t done before! Only it’s in Sutton and not exactly in central Sutton so we’re looking at a really long commute, so I turned it down.

An hour later the lovely Ms K phones again with another job. This one’s based in the centre of town picking litter and pushing a barrow about the place for the council. Bingo! I love that sort of work! It’s a Tuesday – Saturday job. Ah, I’ve got to go down to Winchester on Saturday to clean my mum’s house after the building work. Is that a problem? Not sure. 20 minutes later, yes, it’s a problem. Balls.

Around noon and another job, this one at Five Ways at a bank… Oh, I’ve done that one before. Have you? Yup. 8am start, right?

At least it’s work, but damn! I could have been digging graves!