Back to work...ish

Started work again this week doing an audit on a network in Sierra Leone although I am not sure when I actually go there as it turns out the first week or so is spent at home 'preparing' whatever that means. I have so far been sent last years audit to famiarise myself with the issues. Won't take long as the network is small in comparison with the last few that I have done. Still it helps to pay the bills.

Last weekend was the annual music festival at the Blue Anchor known as 'Helstonbury'. Never having been to the Glastonbury festival I cannot offer a personal comparison but suffice to say I don't thing that the one up country would have the rubbish that was served up by this crowd. Only thing I can say is that they seemed to leave the best acts to the end of the evening, either that or I was too pissed to really appreciate the awfulness of the bands. I was informed by my son Lorcan who was working the bars that one lass could actually sing but was very nervous. The finale on Sunday night was a session by 'NOT The Beatles', this was instantly verifiable as all three guitarists were right handed and the drummer could play.

Martin and Lorcan 'working' (note the fine pint of spingo in the foreground).

Good couple of days though meeting with a few mates although most of the regulars were chased away by the crowds.

Robin showing off Nathans 'Helstonbury haircut'

Boring being at home.

Not much has been happening the past few weeks as I continue the job search. I have been that bored I even dug the garden and cleared out the weeds and may even plant something in the hope that sods law will kick in, meanint that as soon as I start something long term I will be out of here.

Still no transport so I am walking/cycling everywhere on the dry days, when it rains I stay home.

Last Sunday was a fun day, walked into town and spent a couple of hours in the Blue chatting with the Morris men and Scots Ronnie. Then went to the cricket club as the Blue were playing Seaview, from Falmouth, who rumour has it have been barred en-masse from the pub that bears their name, oh well what is in a name. Sat drinking cider with Robin who then had to bat at number 11. He bravely, in his partially drunken state, faced 3 bals at the end if the innings and proudly managed to score 0 not out, a stellar performance.

Later went to the Red Lion for the Euro final, not the greatest of finals, but at least the Krauts finally were beaten.

After the final whistle it was time to go home, so I headed for the Blue again. Met up with Robin and Terry from earlier and the three of up proceeded to get very drunk. I don't really remember what time I left but woke up in my own bed next morning with recollections of running some of the way home due to being bored with walking.

Had a telephone interview last week with an outfit based in Singapore which went well. I am to meet their African account manager, or the account manager for the African region, next Friday in Gloucester. Looks like I may be off to Sierra Leone in West Africa and after that to Syria. Hope all goes well next week as I repeat I am bloody bored.

Nobody seems to want to buy the house as we have had no viewings recently and have heard nothing from the folks who took two looks at the place. Divorce still pending as I have heard nothing from the courts which suprises me as the paperwork was sent in many weeks ago. Will need to catch the old trout when she is in one of her better, sober, moods and try to find out what is going on from her side.