Saturday 2nd February – Snow, Meet The Dog, and Ode to C.

Ha! Snow joke then is it? Did you see any snow? I know it didn't snow in Kings Lynn last night.

But it was teeming it down with snow last night when I left home at 6.15 to go to work. Fakenham had it's share of snow, that I do know. In fact, it snowed heavily and continiously until I got to Hillington, when it turned to sleet, and then when I drove past Gaywood that sleet turned to rain. So, unless it's snowed through the night after I've written this out, Kings Lynn missed out.


But it stayed really cold and wet last night though as I was walking alongside the River Ouse - that wasn't nice at all.


The second thing for Friday into Saturday is that we've inherited Middle Daughter's dog for a week as she and her boyfriend have flown out to Tenerife for a holiday. The dog is a Tibetan Terrier, all £600's worth and I think she's now close to 12 months old. She's like the one in the Google photo, attached. And she's totally disobediant and ignores every command.


Our cat and the dog have already met on several occasions, and they don't get on together very well at all. The dog is curious and, I think, wants to play. Our cat, on the other hand, is very defensive and doesn't like the dog being here at all. The cat stayed in The Teenage One's bedroom yesterday until we got her out at about four O'clock and we now have to keep rescuing her, not so much from the dog itself, but from hurting the dog. The cat is not happy with the dog being in her territory at all, but she can sort of tolerate it if she's on my wife's lap, safe, and not alone with the dog. I'm sure they'll be adventures to tell over the next few days.


And finally, (now I sound like Trevor Macdonald!), it's back to work. The atmosphere in the office is still tense, for want of a better word, and the rest of the guys I work with have decided (?) to let things lie with the management, until they are formally, and finally, instructed to action my suggestions.


So, I'm still the black sheep at work at the moment. I know the boys don't have my experience, and although being several years older than me, they have the "Nothing like that's ever happened here, and therefore never will"attitude which really grates me. So, we wait and see.


But I think they'll be a big blow up next time something happens. But it's up to them. Anyway, onto the real reason for writing about work.


C. is a cleaner where I work. She is an articulate, superbly intelligent, 66 year old woman who's been through a lot in her life. She retired yesterday, and has said that she's never going back to where we work again, even socially. So I won't see her again.


Over the past 18 months or so, we've put the world to rights many times on her way out when I've been on nights over a cup of tea. I shall miss our chats, but most of all, I will miss C. , the person. Goodbye and good luck C. Enjoy your new found freedom, you lucky person!!