One has this sense of having been battered repeatedly about the head with a sandbag, pumped full of glycerol and hung upside down from a butcher's hook for a long period time. My eyes look as though they have been bathed in purest lemon juice.
Night work simply has to be a killer.
Two days off at last and I don't have to leave a cosy house - when everyone is snuggling under warm duvets - nor spend another night clambering up and down train ladders in the freezing drizzle, trudging through diesel sludge and inhaling sooty fumes.
The weather is forecast to be atrocious tonight
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BLISS !
(Heaven - Definition: A nice warm bed or... Not hurting.)
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With the water temperature set just below 'skin-blisters' I will drag my body into the shower at 06:30 and curse, E-K.
Enjoy!
Sooty fumes?
I thought they'd discovered electricity down West...
Friday morning down the Smithfield Tavern after night work
The group playing Pass the Pigs in Bart's refectory at 3am.
Oh to be young again, Lloydy.
There is a big difference between being on nights and actually WORKING nights.
Anon - The one benefit. Going to bed when everyone is setting off for work.
Thud - Will do. It makes me glad of all the mercies in my life.
Scrobs - We've only just started using electricity in the semaphore signals. This is NOT a joke.
Ahhhr poor Kevin... I used to work very unsociable hours many years ago, the pull of a comfy home and a warm bed is something that can't be dismissed...
We've had a smattering of snow and it's very cold, more to follow all over the UK so take care dear EK, and enjoy your home comforts when you're there....
lol Di..xxx
Thanks Trubes.
I have convalesced over the past two days !
I hope you are well.
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