Well, I woke up this morning to
badger_man complaining that his leg had locked up, it does that every now and then, but this time, it didn't want to click back into place...
I went to work as usual, informing
badger_man as I left that if it wasn't sorted soon, he should go up to the hospital.
I'm at work and I feel like I have been more of a manager than the actual managers themselves! I have had to bollock loads of people today, the place just seemed like some sort of breeding ground for incompetance!!
Halfway through the day I get Donella (the pub manager) come up to me and tell me that
badger_man has just phoned saying he has torn ligaments in his leg and is going toi have to take at least a week off work... wonderfull... who's getting the bad luck this week I ask...? That would be
badger_man!
So... the kids are at thier dad's for the weekend, me and
badger_man have got the house to ourselves... can we do anything with the weekend? No... no we can't... We can't go out because of
badger_man's leg and we can't even have a drink at home because he is on painkillers... I'll just put the Jack Daniels I bought him away for another day...