My current contract ended today so we had a bit of a piss up last night and I’m not feeling altogether clever today but anyway, it’s over and done with and I don’t have to do that commute anymore. I get a week off and start a new contract at the beginning of March. I don’t quite know how I manage to fluke rolling from one job to the next without much trouble but there we go.

The downside is that it’s in Nottingham - which is not to cast aspersions on the place because although it’s inhabited by delinquents and reprobates and although everyone keeps telling me that it’s got the highest rate of gun crime in the UK, it is, reputedly, a pleasant location in which to domicile oneself. The downside comes in being 100 miles away from where I live which means commuting is pretty much out of the question (4+ hours a day? Fuck. That.) so I’m going to have to be away from home for the forseeable future.

That’s the forseeable future for the next three months which is over the end of April/ beginning of May which is when what happens? Anyone? What happens at the beginning of May? Bueller? Anyone? Bueller? Yes - that’s right, the birth of my second hatchling. So it’s highly convenient that I might get a call at, I don’t know, 2am and have to jump on my motorbike and hare home like a crazy-mad person.

There have been easier arrangements.

So mucho shito to sorto outo which predominantly is going to revolve around accommodation and finding out what the seediest parts of Nottingham are so as not to find lodging there.

Life. Don’t talk to me about life.