Friday 9th November

I had three jobs to do today: To take Oona the Laguna to the Renault palace over at Park Royal for her MOT, to prepare all the stuff I needed to prepare for our imminent second TTP training weekend and to go into The Shop for a pitiful four-hour evening shift. To be perfectly honest, I could have done without the evening shift and had only volunteered to do it in order to keep The Shop sweet so they don't start to think I'm entirely superfluous and let me drift away completely. A single four hour shift is really not worth doing, since by the time I've bought a travel card, eaten in the canteen and had tax deductions taken off I actually take home about a tenner, which is the same amount of money I used to take home from a four hour early morning shift in the newsagent's, long ago at the age of sixteen. I therefore reserve the right to be in A Grump for the course of the evening when doing a lone four-hour shift. And to eat a cake from the canteen.