Tuesday, 1 March 2016
A Day Boxed In.
Just before ten this morning I was carried by two paramedics down to the museum door. There they dropped me, and I mean dropped, and I was dragged in by two females who made much use of terms such as "Wuss" and "wimp" and "waste of space" while boasting of "carrying on while at deaths door because we are women."
When I have the strength I shall get them back.
As I coughed and spluttered and watched the rain hammering down against the windows I sank into my seat while attempting to put right the mess that occurs when I am not there to keep things in order. I did this and that, replaced these, sorted those, questions just what that was and carried on as normal, without complaint.
A gentleman left his card unable to speak to my colleague as she was in a meeting, later I wandered all the way to the far side to deliver card at an opportune time. She called this opportune and lumbered me with an 'easy' job. This was some pictures, negatives etc that had been handed in by a local company clearing out and much was useful to us. However it required a deal of sorting and so I was offered one wee box.
I began around eleven and finished around four!
That is one box, some of the others can be seen in the picture I didn't have a lens wide enough to get them all in. I was meant to finish at one and struggle home unaided but the lass who takes over had a problem and I continued on as I am so kind and nice. The ball and chain on my ankle was not so nice however.
Luckily it remained quiet and I got the box finished but I am now finished also. I am ready to sleep and while the exercise was good for me I will fall into dreamland long before the football finishes tonight.