Weak end

Scene; The mess room, a rough walled concrete box, cream painted walls ‘decorated’ with lots of printed A4 E-mails threatening dire consequences to erring officers if they are not carried out. As if we care any more.

Dramatis Personae; Bill Sticker & one other Parking Enforcement Officer.

“Weekend? What’s one of those then? Bloody hell fire!” I looked at the shift rota with feelings of unaccustomed delight. I’m easily pleased.
“What’s up Bill?” One of the other lads asked.
“I’ve got a long weekend!” Yay!
“Yeah, so?”
“I’ve got a long weekend!” What doesn’t he get, or is this a wind-up?
“So what?”
“Four whole days without you cheerful lot and the miserable members of the public.” Yee-haw!
“Don’t sound so bloody cheerful about it.”
“Why not? I can spend a long weekend with my wife.”
“Is that all? You can spend it with mine if you like.”
“You’re not married.” Arse-head.
“Yeah, and?”
“Look you miserable old scrote, I’m just happy to get some quality time with my family when they aren’t at College, University or at work. I may even look for a new job.”
“Dream on Bill.”
“Balls to you too.” Here endeth the discussion.

The reason for my mild euphoria is simple; my next four ‘rest days’ are on a weekend which means Mrs S and I will be able to spend some serious quality time together, mend fences and generally chill in each others company. There may be very little blogging as well.