March 27th, 2002



Because of the imminent arrival of Integris's financial year end all us 'ere contractors have had to submit our timesheets early. Mine, for this week, is now sitting signed on my desk.

I wonder if I can sneak off without Mo noticing?
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More doom and gloom (ish).

I realised last night that I was outside the hospital where my farther died when I was told of my mother's death. I'm a cheerful sole, aren't I? To be honest, I'm not really as glum as all these recent postings make me out to be. I think I'm just subconsciously working thought my troubles.

As an aside, if anyone reading this would like to do something to fight cancer, which took both my parents, please consider giving time to the Think project at United Devices.

Two songs.

I've just remembered two songs, both by Jethro Tull, that sort of relate to Pat's situation...

Tip-toes in silence
'round my bed
and quiets the raindrops
With her ever lasting smile
she stills my feaver for a while,
oh, nursey dear, I'm glad you're here

Cheap day return
On Preston platform,
do your soft-shoe shuffle dance.
Brush away the cigarette ash
that's falling down your pants...
and you sadly wonder...
does the nurse treat your old man
the way she should?
She made you tea,
asked for your autograph...
...what a laugh

I first heard these songs when I was 13 or 14. I didn't realise then that it would take me 30 years to fully understand them. I suppose I'm quite lucky really.
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