She liked to check

My line manager just approached me, told me that someone in dams was looking for a young engineer to go out onto site and take care of some surveying.

'Where is it?'
Slight hesitation. Then: 'Eheh . . . Iraq.'

I told them to keep on looking. I'm after a good bit of site work (the training process demands that I have a bit of it), but the idea of standing in the middle of Iraq wearing a high-visibility jacket just didn't appeal to me. Not whilst the guys wearing camoflage are getting killed so easily.

She liked to be honest

Speaking to my ex:

'You go out last night?'
'Yeah.'
'Mission?'
'Yeah.'
'Smells like it.'

Yeah, thanks for that. I'm going to let that remark slide, but only because on seeing that I was late for work, she sent me a text asking if I was alright.

Last night was a mate's birthday. The mate in question got a little emotional towards the end of the evening, but we can forgive such behaviour on a birthday. Good night, curry, pub and club, and considering it was a week night I survived remarkably . . . intact. Now it's just a case of sitting and waiting for four o'clock to roll round.

This weekend some friends and I are going down to Newquay in Cornwall. Every year some people from work organise a surfing trip down there, and in the spur of the moment last night we decided to go along with them. I'm not a surfer, so the plan is to turn it into a bit of a drinking weekend.

Later . . .