Here I am living the simple quiet life of a pensioner.
When all of a sudden a whole series of things come along like a convoy of fucking buses.
Instead of a quiet Monday morning, I found myself up to my neck in website problems. These aren’t your common or garden the-server-has-just-blown-up type problems, but more the kind of problems where even Google is fuck all use, as it has never heard of them. And to make matters worse, these problems are only affecting foreigners – Africa and Central America for fucks sake!
So there I was up to my neck in scraps of coding with bits of files all over the floor when I suddenly remembered I had an appointment to see Doc. What was worse, I couldn’t remember then whether the appointment was for a quarter to, or a quarter past. So I went down to the
animal hospital clinic at a quarter to, and found the place deserted. I stood outside and enjoyed a pipefull for a few minutes and then went back in, to be greeted with the site of Doc trying to sneak out the back door.
Anyhows, having caught him, I demanded my appointment, because if I didn’t have it then I wouldn’t get a new prescription and I would be back to arguing with the chemist in the pharmacy all over again. [*when did chemists become pharmacists, and why?*]
So we had a long chat, as I believe in getting my money’s worth. We established that I was indeed still alive, and that I still had a few miles left to run on the clock [I pointed out to him that my bus-pass was valid until 2032 and he reckoned that was about right]. As usual he asked if I was still on the pipe, and I said I was indeed. He asked how much I smoked, and I said the usual amount, which confused him a bit. I don’t know why he asks, because he never suggests that I stop or even cut back. Maybe it’s part of his contract or something?
We chatted on about things like Restless Legs and whether it’s better to have shares in Big Pharma or Big Tobacco [he reckons Tobacco, but I’m not so sure]. We discussed exercise and growing old. We debated blood donations and the responsibilities of running a household. We covered quite a bit of ground, and I damn near forgot to ask for my prescription. Got it I did, so dropped into the chemist [pharmacy] and then went for a coffee while they mixed up their potions.
In the coffee shop I met one of my pals and we got talking politics and who was up to what in the village. Between Doc and the coffee shop, I was having to think quite a lot. I certainly covered a wild range of topics.
Finally I got home.
Time to relax?
Not a bit of it.
Those fucking web servers are still acting the mick.