So I have been a bit quiet here for a while.
There’s no real reason for this except for nothing really going on at present and having little particularly of interest to write about.
Because of holidays at work I have had the pleasure of covering a couple of night shifts (I could think of other words rather than pleasure to use, but politeness forbids me). Night shifts in a petrol station are the pits! You sit there for hours on end, waiting for a customer to appear and then generally end up getting abuse thrown at you through the night hatch window when you tell them they cannot enter the shop.
It never fails to amaze me who is around during the graveyard hours. Obviously there are truck drivers who are working hard keeping the country supplied. I have had a couple of Stevenage FC players stop off on their way home, filling up their cars after a late night away match and other people in different jobs working through, but some people just seem to be driving about for no reason at all with little else to do. This is all well and good, but we are still in lockdown I thought!
The good side is that I have a decent boss who has no problem with me whiling away the hours watching films/TV programmes on my tablet. His opinion is, so long as the required work is done, he doesn’t care what you do to pass the time. It is also a bonus that I get a higher rate for working unsocial hours.
I usually cover morning shifts when it is so much busier and the time passes like a shot. One thing that does annoy me is the amount of people who still come into the shop not wearing face coverings. After a long period when we were informed by the company not to mention the fact and confront the customer, we are now.encouraged to say something to the offending individual. This is all well and good, but it generally ends up in another load of abuse and to be honest, I really can do without it. I’ve had my 1st vaccine and am hidden behind a screen which of course isn’t total safety from the virus, but it is about the best I am likely to get.
The garden is coming along well. I have built three planters from old pallet wood and now have one each now for carrots, parsnips and turnips. Carrot wise I will be growing Early Nantes 2, Berlicum and Solar Yellow varieties (I like a bit of colour); parsnips are Guernsey and turnips are the good old faithful Milan Purple Top.
I am also growing Arran Pilot first early potatoes in growbags which is an old favourite - they are probably not the best looking spuds in the world, but the taste is divine, rivalling the wonderful Jersey Royals IMHO. The downside is that they don’t keep particularly well and have to be eaten soon after being dug up. Not a problem generally in this house!
So that is about it for this bulletin. I hope everything is going well for all of you reading and please try to stay safe. Will return with more boring nonsense soon - take care everyone.
It has been an interesting week.
On Sunday I had my first Covid jab. I drove into the car park at the vaccination centre and after being part of what came across as an impressive military logistical operation, I came out with a dose of the AstraZeneca vaccine having been injected into me.
Initially I felt fine. I thought maybe I would be lucky and maybe avoid the possibility of any side effects, but how wrong could I be? In the evening I suddenly started to feel strange. My limbs ached as did the area in the upper arm where I was punctured and I was suddenly dog tired.
After a night’s sleep I still felt quite rough, but I went to work and as the morning went on I thought I was beginning to feel a little better. It didn’t last however and by early afternoon I was at home feeling like I had been hit by a double decker bus. After spending most of the afternoon and evening dozing in the chair, I went to bed and slept right through to the morning. Tuesday morning, apart from the aching arm, I felt great.
In 12 weeks I will get the second dose and I believe the side effects can be worse than the first time, but I don’t care - if it means I am protected from this damn virus I’ll put up with it.
A day or so before going for the jab, I woke up on Friday morning with my left eye all bloodshot as if I’d had a pasting from both Tyson Fury and Anthony Joshua at the same time. In fact the white of my eye is still looking very red and it seems as though I am getting in some early practice for next Halloween.
It is caused by a subconjunctival hemorrhage which is brought about by my hypertension and I suffer from them about once every 18 months or so. The first time I ever had one, I was rushed to Lister Hospital A&E department who very quickly told me there was nothing to worry about. Nowadays they seem to concern other people who think there must be a major problem going on while I am really not bothered.
The veg plot is going well. I have shallots and garlic planted and I have transferred some winter cabbages I have had growing in the greenhouse out into one of the beds. Inside the greenhouse I have tomato, sweet pepper, lettuce, cabbage and spring onion seedlings all sprouting.
I mentioned in the last post that I would write about the unexpected promotion I will soon be getting at work, but I’m going to hold fire on that one for now. I will explain all at a later date.
Now I must go because it’s Thursday night and I have Jay’s Virtual Pub Quiz to tune into on YouTube.
See y’all soon.