Monthly Archives: August 2010

Going underground…

Today I’ve done nothing, by which I mean I have been switching my body clock from working days like normal people to working nights on the London Underground. I say working, but due to the nature of the London Underground (ie – trains finish late, start early) it means we won’t actually start until 1am and have to be off the track at 4am!! That’ll be a three hour day (night) but a full day’s (night) pay. Very nice indeed!!

Of course, you can’t just start working on the Underground without doing a course and this we did last week. It was most enjoyable as basically all I needed to do was sit there for three hours and then fill in a very easy multiple choice test paper. Drink some tea and chat with some of the guys I shall be working with.

But first a nap is in order I think…

Timing, as they say…

… is everything. While watching over the house while the parents are away there are some things that are important. Making sure the house doesn’t burn down, keeping the plants alive, not destroying things… that sort of thing. So you can imagine my joy when about 11.30pm Wenesday night while I’m watching tv the power suddenly goes off… and the main trip switch doesn’t stay on.

After a visit from the electrician the one thing that had been decided was that there was an internal problem with the electrics and that only partial power had been restored to the house. Turning off everything that was on the problem circuit and turning them on one-by-one I was finally able to restore power to everything apart from the chest freezer, which just kept blowing the fuse.

Alas my mum’s freezer policy is to keep all freezers fully stocked at all times which means I have no-where to put anything that is in the chest freezer. What I’m hoping is that the fact that most of the stuff in there has been frozen solid for the last decade and that the freezer has enough thermal insulation to keep everything in it if not frozen, at least good. It only has to last until the end of the weekend…

Sometime ’bout 4am…

I have been fairly tired this week. This has been due to a total inability to fall asleep when I go to bed. There is a point around 4am when you start to wonder if it’s no longer worth laying in bed and that you might as well get up and start the day afresh. After a couple of days of that though and a general type of exhausion, that only parents of newly borns should feel, descends and everything just becomes far too much of an effort.

On the other hand I suppose it’s good practice for the future…