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Tuesday, 12 April 2016

1604.12 OFF THE SICK

07:18 -  It's my first day back to work after a week off sick and I find myself on the bus. I left my bike at work when I was sent home last week, if I'm honest I'm kind of glad as I'm not up to 100% health yet. I leave Morticia at home, she's had a relapse (she was poorly before I was) and is really struggling. All I can do is make sure she's comfortable and check in on her throughout the day.

07:31 - I usually beat the bus into work. It's frustrating sitting in traffic.

07:36 - I'm off the bus. I've a 10 minute walk to my place of work. The walk takes me past the building I had my very first job.

07:51 - And I've arrived. Plenty of time before briefing at 8am. I've got 8 hours to get through and that time to decide whether I'm going to cycle home or catch the bus.

16:00 - All done and I got through the day. Decided I'm going to cycle home, I'm just dying to get back on a bike.

The view from my ride home
The ride home was good (a little on the slow side) but I got home feeling a little more tired than usual but that's to be expected. I'm not back up to full strength yet but I'm on my way.
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6 comments:

  1. Eileen H13 April 2016 at 20:10

    You have a lot to deal with, take care of yourself too.

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    1. CaptainKirt14 April 2016 at 00:09

      I always try and set aside a little time for me.

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  2. chocolat lover14 April 2016 at 07:53

    glad that you are feeling almost better now...

    ...we all need some me time :)

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  3. Mark14 April 2016 at 12:38

    I'm glad you're feeling well enough to work again, and even bike home at that. Good job on surviving the bus too. I don't mind buses myself but if the Black Death makes a comeback it'll be on a bus.

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    1. CaptainKirt14 April 2016 at 19:58

      Sometimes I think if the zombie apocalypse started on a bus you wouldn't know until it was too late.

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