The Weekend
Saturday... was actually pretty good, considering the fact I was working... I woke up feeling okay, had a relaxed getting ready for work, was down the town in lots of time to get a coffee and bacon roll to take to the shop with me for breakfast... and I was designing a flyer for putting out in customers' statements, and the ideas were coming easily for a change... the boss even commented on the fact I've been in a good mood the last few days...
I did have one down spot in my day - one of the customers pointed out a dirty great big dog shit outside the shop, which someone had trod in and spread out... and which some horrid little brat (well, I suspect a horrid little brat) had then half-buried a 1p and a 2p in.
Now, it's our St Magnus Festival this week (www.stmagnusfestival.com/) and the place is crawling with tourists and "proper" music/arts buffs... particularly since this is the 30th Anniversary of the festival.
So I happened to mention to the boss that someone had said about this lurgus (does anyone else know this word? I thought maybe it was an Orcadian thing, but it's not in my Orkney Dictionary... It means lump) on the pavement, and he said "Well, you know where the shovel and bucket is."
And there I was at 5pm, as the tourists walked up and down past me, scraping dog crap up into a carrier bag, and trying not to barf at the smell... Then scrubbing the pavement. Texted the boss to say I'd done his job for him, and his reply... "Right, we'll swap, and next time you can clear up after the pissers at the back door"... No problem... at least piss doesn't stick to the shovel!
But I'm going to search the town for the git who let their dog crap there, and kick 7 shades of shit out of them.... and their dirty mutt!
Shopping, then a night of telly... not that there was anything exciting on after "Casualty".
Today's just been lazy.
I did have one down spot in my day - one of the customers pointed out a dirty great big dog shit outside the shop, which someone had trod in and spread out... and which some horrid little brat (well, I suspect a horrid little brat) had then half-buried a 1p and a 2p in.
Now, it's our St Magnus Festival this week (www.stmagnusfestival.com/) and the place is crawling with tourists and "proper" music/arts buffs... particularly since this is the 30th Anniversary of the festival.
So I happened to mention to the boss that someone had said about this lurgus (does anyone else know this word? I thought maybe it was an Orcadian thing, but it's not in my Orkney Dictionary... It means lump) on the pavement, and he said "Well, you know where the shovel and bucket is."
And there I was at 5pm, as the tourists walked up and down past me, scraping dog crap up into a carrier bag, and trying not to barf at the smell... Then scrubbing the pavement. Texted the boss to say I'd done his job for him, and his reply... "Right, we'll swap, and next time you can clear up after the pissers at the back door"... No problem... at least piss doesn't stick to the shovel!
But I'm going to search the town for the git who let their dog crap there, and kick 7 shades of shit out of them.... and their dirty mutt!
Shopping, then a night of telly... not that there was anything exciting on after "Casualty".
Today's just been lazy.
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