More outing.

       I was in the training Dept. from 5th January. Indelibly etched.  First day.  Bloke out of Comms. met me in the Corridor "Are you Brian Kane?" - "Yes." was, of course, the answer.  There's a lady on the phone for you and she's crying.  Up to then I thought "What a nice friendly lot." 
       Minutes later I rushed into the Dep.'s  Office.  "I'm going home; Dad's dead."  My tenure was WE£LL marked - on the 30th of June, if memory serves, I set off to Cycle to Cockermouth to the Opening of the new Headquarters - I never made it.  I had a couple of litres of juice and a few Butties.  It was so damn HOT I peeled off at Castlerigg stone Circle had my Butties and drank the last of my two litres of Juice; chickened out, refusing to be slow-cooked I set off home.
       "I know, call in at Jerra's; if he's out, at least he has an outdoor tap I can get a drink." He/they were in and about to go out to an open day at Dalemain House, taking Mam.  I was invited, provided I had trousers, I was cycling in Shorts.  I had, for the open day I didn't attend.  A MAGICAL Day so hot and hatless I was reduced to the Cartoon-style knotted-Hanky Hat.
       It was Mam's LAST Day out too.   :¬( 
Can't imagine why I still have this - BUT not any more.