Gigabyteage

Manic morning over. Kids at work/school. My transcript finished. Silence. Aahhhhhh

I was officially told my job application was successful yesterday. Was most bizarre, Martin woke me up at 11 last night, he was sat on my bed with all these training manuals he had brought home, tons and tons of stuff, and was sifting through it with me, whilst I was all blurry eyed trying to feign interest. He is very excited I think, deep down. He will be training me. I don't think there are many people who have their trainers sat on the end of their bed at 11pm going through the preparation of a joint of ham.

I am going down t'shop today to say hello to folks. There is another reason but of course not as important as saying hello (do I sound convincing?) One of the ladies down there, her hubby works on the boats, and he has brought in a ton of lost property from the port. Digital cameras, MP3 players. Lots of the stuff has already been sold, and my mum only told me yesterday. I was angry with her. Not severely. But she knows how I feel about grabbing a bargain, and with two teenage sons you cannot have too many digital cameras and MP3 players. She brought me one home, she paid 50p for it. I am going to plug it in now and see what Gigabyteage it is. One second .... OK, it's 1GB, not fantastic, but it is full of songs, so I am going to do my housework and have a listen (battery was included thank God, you've got about as much hope of finding a battery in this house as a pound coin)

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