Well, so far I`ve had three real days of unemployment - I`m not counting the ones where I was away trail biking in Scotland, as that was much more like a holiday. I`m only counting the ones where I was in London, Kiki was working and I was being a House Husband without any babies to look after.
I had quite a few things I was hoping to do whilst unemployed, and I`ve done terribly badly at them. I`ve completely failed to go to a matinee performance at the cinema - hopefully I`ll manage this later in the week. I`ve failed to drink ANY beer before 6pm, which is frankly embarassing, and even worse I`ve not watch any daytime TV whatsoever, let alone Trishia. The best I can do is claim to have listened to the same episode of the Archers twice, which is pretty hopeless.
I`ve embarassed us further by letting down our gipsy side as well. Not only have we not bought a dog on a string or any burnt mattresses, to my complete chagrin the caravan now has a number plate that`s exactly the same as the one on the car.
Today I sorted out the MOT and put the SV650 on eBay, then looked further into getting my mail redirected (turns out you need more ID than you do to buy a gun in Wal-Mart) and cashed a couple of cheques. Once again, no beer during the day and no TV. I hang my head.
I`m off to dinner this evening at the Reform Club, courtesy of Steve Hemingway, who mentioned that he was a member after a couple of beers one evening and lived to regret it when I harrangued him until he took us. Maybe I can be a sort of New Pikey?