I hate it when staff go on holiday. Its cruel, heartless and, to be honest, fucking selfish of them. And, they expect to get paid, for swanning around in the Indian Ocean sunshine, whilst I’m here left to actually… well… work.

I have to get in early. Theoretically that’s no problem, just means I can’t write to you whilst I’m eating my breakfast banana. Don’t be impressed, the rest of the day is full of Cadburys, carbs and cardiovascular abuse. And then I need to get on the tube, BUT, I have to pay!!! At my age!!! Because before 9 the old person’s travel card doesn’t work. Yes, I have my replacement card, yaaaaay, but it still won’t work before 9. And that is racist, ageist, anti-semitic and affects my mental health, as I intend to tell Sadiq Kahn, our little shit of a mayor.

Meanwhile, The Brother languishes in the Intensive Care unit, which I’m also paying for. As are you, for which I thank you, and everyone else in the country who pays tax. And he is improving. No question. Sedation lighter, bit of colour in his cheeks and when he saw Rachie on Monday, his face positively lit up with as much of a smile as you can muster with a face full of ‘stuff’. Tubes, pipes, wires. And that’s great. Because no-one is ever that pleased to see Rachie. Normally they run. Though running’s out of the question for Rich at the moment really, but that smile hit the spot. And he responded, in a brotherly sort of way (amazing how much sarcasm you can read into a raised eyebrow or shake of the head.) Cos he’s still ‘non-verbal’ and will be until they give him a little speech thing in his tracheostomy or sew him back up again. But we ‘communicated’ for a good 15 minutes. Until he fell asleep again. Probably due to me telling him in minute-by-minute detail how Spurs beat Palace on Saturday, knowing how much he hates football.

And I hate to get too exited because every time I do he takes a mini-dive. And we don’t want that. Again.

So that’s the progress report. Not much. But as its in the right direction, we’ll take it.

Happy Working Wednesday

A xxxx