Re: re-tax

When the DVLA say "bo-selecta"

Got the Plan B re-taxed this morning. Slightly wangled a good thing, in that it'll now run out at the end of August. Which should tie in with the move to the Old Ah-So.

We'll see...

Anyway, this was all after getting til the Spectrum at 7:15 to discover there was no swimming for another 15 minutes.

And so it was that impatient wrong decisions raised their head twice this morning.

The first was to go to the gym, as I didn't fancy waiting around for 15 minutes. I should've. It was knackering doing that stuff first thing in the morning, and on a completely empty stomach. Swimming, I don't mind. Gym? Insane. Never again.

Anyway, I abbreviated the routine so I could a) get to the sauna, and b) get out of there at a reasonable time. By the time I was dressed again, it was ten to nine. This old guy on the other side of the locker was moaning, so I asked if he was okay. Cold sweats, he said. I asked if he wanted to call someone; he said I could. I called someone. The only bloke there was one of the newbies. Quite cute, but a bit clueless. Anyway, by the time he'd accompanied me back to the gents' changing, one of the man's friends had joined him, and was talking to him. I finished getting changed, but with a watchful eye on proceedings. His friend said he'd take him home. I offered to drive him over to Royal Surrey, but his friends was keen to get him back home, it seemed.

I do wonder about stuff like this. I trod a thin line between being concerned and being privacy-invasive last time, and I was wary of doing this again. But I hate not knowing that someone's going to be okay.

Anyway, after all this, I got into the Plan B and resolved to go via Cranleigh, as the PO would be open now. Bad idea. I should have gone via work. I spent 23 minutes travelling less than a mile into town. One set of roadworks near a crucial junction, and that fucked everything up! But I was still determined not to get angry.

If only because it'd use up the remaining energy I had — I was already yawning!

As usual, on the eve of re-taxing my car, I flew around the whole house trying to find my documents. Only to find them "somewhere safe" as J would say. Was midnight (not 10:30pm) by the time I got to bed, so 6 hours sleep didn't quite cut the mustard. Anyway, that mad dash was nerve-wracking and drained the last of my energy for the night. BUT, I still win on the old schedule thing, 'cos I've got up early for the last four days.

Even if I can't actually function today.

Which is a shame, as Len's just been in to see me about EIS. It begins...

Still, going to try and get away from here about 5:00.

Good luck everybody!