We got the bus into West Bridgeford to do the shop for the weekend.
Iceland and M&S. We were going to have a coffee out while we were there, but decided against it when we saw how busy the coffee shops were down there. All the Range Rover goddesses were out in force as per usual filling 200°, Yumcha and Copper. So we just got what we wanted and got the hell out of Dodge...
It didn't bode well for work tomorrow.
Saturday.
Surprisingly it wasn't too bad, the majority of my colleagues said Friday was horrendous, but on the whole it was quieter than I'd imagined.
I had a few of my Sunday regular customers in, Stephen and Val, and Margaret. On the whole it was a pleasant day. Generally people seemed happy, and in good humour. You get the odd one, you always do, but you just smile and wave them on their not so merry way.
They gave us a chocolate egg each, nice touch, but the cynical part of me suspected they'd over ordered one particular sort, as it been a while since we were given one. But, you don't look a gift horse in the mouth, as they say, but after 43 years of working for one company you do become cynical.
It looks like they've roped Kev in to work next Friday, he never learns, three days on the bounce at his age is a tough gig. And he will feel it. That's why I dropped my Friday's, it got too hard with the journey in and back. He's knackered after two, but is too nice to say no. Silly man.
We got home late because of the football traffic. Part of life for us on match days. Never mind at least we are at home tomorrow.
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