Take the second left....

So, was it my fault that the GPS has the voice of a squeaky gate incessantly repeating its every move to such an extent that you feel like you want to throttle a piece of grey metal and plastic! Hey, it's only doing its job, but come on, how many times do I need to be told to "at the next roundabout, take the second exit'",  for pity's sake, and to be honest, it wasn't my fault either that my boss added an extra digit into the postcode, made it interesting, the housing estate we ended up in was not the place I'd expect to find the national distribution centre for Bacardi , Jack Daniels & Blue Sapphire gin, but hey, they're welcome to set up in my garden any day. Nice houses though. So, after a quick phone call and the realisation that it should be NG4 and not NG24 we set off to the opposite end of the county. Never realised that Nottinghamshire was such a pretty county, had no choice really, drove most of the bugger this morning, listening to this flaming woman going on and on about junctions and roundabouts! Eventually we got there, couldn't find the way into the visitors car park. When we finally did, we were met by a total "jobs worth", bet he's never had a girlfriend just came into my head for some weird reason, made me smile while he babbled on about, well, don't know really, lost interest very, very quickly. So back to the job in hand, we were led to the two machines we'd come to look at with a view to purchasing them for my operation back at South Kirkby. They wanted £2,500 each! Ok so lets have a look at them, I've brought my senior supervisor with me to put them through their paces. Agh! OK, so one's in the yard and the other, well we've nicked the power supply 'cause we don't use it, great!! So, after a few pictures, a cup of terrible coffee it's back to the car and my "friend in the grey box." Punched in "home" and off we go, but a little voice was saying turn the bugger off. Though I must admit I left it on for all of four minutes until I came across the sign for "Doncaster," instantly I could feel my chest inflate, I looked at my passenger and proudly said, " I'm turning this damn thing off, I know where I'm going," truth be told I hadn't got a bloody clue but as soon as I saw a sign with a familiar sounding name my confidence grew, more than could be said for that of my passenger. "Oh, bloody hell, I was hoping to be back for tea, best call the wife and tell her to put it all on hold" he mumbled. Some people have no confidence in my ability which, thinking about it may be a point of discussion to some extent, anyway, without the help of a safety net, and I can promise you my hands never left my arms, I got us back safe and sound, much to the delight of my passenger, and to be honest much to my own amazement (but I wasn't going to tell him that).....and all before tea! Sat Nav, give me a good old map anytime.....maybe :)

Well here goes...

Some people go through life searching for that special someone and never find them, others are lucky and find what they've longed for. For the lucky few, to have that special someone stumble into their lives when they didn't even know they were looking is special indeed. I, belong to the latter category and I wouldn't change a thing...

I was dreading the recent festive period and had no idea how I was going to get through it unscathed.. I reckoned without Diane, this amazing lady, whilst fighting a chest infection, flu and preparing for Christmas with her family never lost sight of me for one second. At every available moment she was there ensuring I was upbeat and positive. Every minute she could (and even when she really couldn't at times) spare she spent with me ensuring I was involved in as much as possible, even as far as us having our own Christmas a week earlier at my Aunt's house. Spending day after day with me when she really aught to have been at home typifies the woman and how she puts everyone else before herself... The festive period has come and gone and apart from a "moment" on New Years Eve I feel that I have come through relatively unscathed largely down to Diane's love for me and concern for my well being... I could go on and on about how she's helped me recently but hey, that might come later if anyone wants to here and indeed think that what I babble on about is actually worth reading... I do hope so tho'.

Writing is not a strong point of mine so any comments regardless of how critical they may be will be absorbed and hopefully help me as I try and eventually write a blog worth reading..

Well.... here goes...