new life..old bed socks.

night shift last nite.. 01.30 came and i was on the ropes... rocking and reeling as that witching hour kicked the crap out of my ability to look alert .. My shift manager bob.. who has a dialect somewhere between english and bobilise.. made less sense than usual .. what with my blocked ears,, i have found that just nodding and agreeing works fine for most occasions.. dinner break was an exercise not to fall face down in me dinner as i involuntarily nod off .. work,, if it was anything else it would be called pleasure, but its not..back out to play on the roads today. Mind you its always disconcerting to finish nite shift at 6 am , arrive home to a ambulance parked outside our house, in my experience thats never good.. that focused the mind.. alis mum and dad live in the annex and eileen bless her has seemed to have got a dodgey knee .... so thinking it was a case of shes had a fall .. sshes fine though, immobile but fine.what with alis dad.. nite mare comes to mind...other issues of a very delicate nature reared its head today...one that requires understanding from hopefully adults, fortionetely for us this adult is understanding and a quick few exchanges problem was solved,, thats what i like problem,communication,understanding , resolution..move the hell on... but as know kiddies us adults are damn good at building walls and barriers..sometimes we do the thinking for the other party and come up with a negative conclusion ..misguided and in most occasions wrong,, just be brave enough to face the truth .. sometimes its never as bad as you thnk it wil be....