I don't like Mondays
Mood:  chatty
I hate Mondays, who doesn't? Back to moving people about, and another change in job title. We are now going to be called People Movement Technicians or PMT which for some reason sounds familiar. One of the wags at work says that that is how the female patients must feel when I'm pushing them around. I don't have a clue what he's on about, stupid git.
Well my dose of the Ingles family certainly mellowed me out. It was with a heavy heart I had to give the DVD's back today. On the bright side the same guy has offered to lend me his complete set of 'Highway To Heaven' which I think must be about all those bloody Arabs I shot during the Six Day War. I certainly put then on the Highway To Heaven alright. Can't wait to get hold of them, a good dose of action is what I need right now.
We had an unusual mental patient today. Some geezer with an aversion to Bananas and kept going on about LT Teabags and Pussies. I had the misfortune to have to push him up to the ward, he wouldn't walk up there as he'd spotted a Banana skin on the floor. Just like the Window Cleaner he seems vaguely familiar. That's one thing when you have my background, you're always on alert and never forget a face. It's a gift and certainly a troubling one.
Had to buy fags this morning as my duty free supply has run out. I'm cursing Benny and his Trabant problems, I think I'll send him the bill. Still this weekend we're stocking up. I would use the fastest VW in the west, but the sort of fuel it uses is only available in select military bases and there are none of those near Calais. Typical Frogs no f*****g military worth speaking about, although when I was seconded to the Foreign Legion there were some tough nuts, but that's another story.
Shalom