The week after my birthday, I was away all week on a prime time job with my current employers. Lots of responsibility and a fair amount of pressure. Again, this was good, as it enabled me to forget about what I was calling "TEP" AKA as "The Edna Problem".
The week flew by, the only blot on the landscape being my deployment date had been set back to the thirtieth of September, due to my police check not being forthcoming. This was compounded by me not being able to get in contact with my project manager with a view to extending my resignation period.
However, time to forget about this as the weekend loomed, it promised a house full of people, good food and good beer and long evenings of chat. This is how it turned out. Even better news followed on the Saturday night, as my path outside of work is now mapped out.
Sadly, the Sunday evening saw my desire to avoid not worrying Edna with my exact location for my jaunt abroad falling apart in a spectacular fashion. To which, the mother and father of all rows followed. Not big and not clever. I further added to my problems by telling Edna exactly where I was going the following day. This nonsuprisingly started another huge row with boiled on for the best part of three days, and continued to flare up for the rest of the week.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment