I apologise for the lack of posts, I thought you lot needed a break, grab a coffee this is going to be long :-)
Lack of posts have been down to what I can only describe as the biggest run of bad luck. So bad I was trying to recall if I'd kicked a dozen black cats and tipped over a truck loaded with mirrors.
First out of the box was being sacked from my job at Carlsberg (XPO logistics). A clash of personalities, being stitched up by two managers over an error on their behalf which was a serious infringement on working hours and tachograph rules but being xpo logistics the manager at fault was a Carlsberg employee so already loosing the dray operation (which I was on) to a competitor they didn't want to 'rock the boat' and potentially loose the more lucrative contract of the core operations (tanker and trailers) and sadly shit always falls downwards and settled on me, the other issue was my fault, I left my drivers mate (gimp who helps me unload) behind in North London (Harrow). It started off bad with his constant road rage at drivers, being rude to landlords I had an explemary relationship with. On one delivery to a travellers camp (has its own bar) he shouted at the kids on quad bikes, "Fuck off out of the way you pikey" I flipped and told him to wind his neck in, he almost got a kicking on that drop. He carried on all day, we had flash floods to deal with that day and the ensuing traffic chaos
No issue I went on agency but it took a while to get out of my contract without being penalised financially, once upon a time if an employee got sacked it was often the company that sweated it out over 'unfair treatment' not under the Tories.
So I'm on agency but go full-time January 3rd.
Working for CCF, even though I was on agency they paid for my Moffat training the fork lift thing, where I deliver mostly to building sites which is very different to what I'm used to. But they're a good bunch of people and trusting to pay for my Moffat training before going full-time.
Then I got rear ended on my bike by a numbty St traffic lights and guess what car he was driving, yep a fucking Jaguar, three times I've been knocked off my bike and all three times a Jaguar....hmmmm maybe this is the cat I kicked? I'm debating if I should replace my bike or not. I enjoyed for the most part getting around on it but traffic always worried me, hence getting a helmet camera, a serious must for anyone thinking of taking up cycling, the number of motorists courtesy of media hype that blame you the cyclists for any incident. However I never wore lycra and never shot a red light. Even using cycle paths ain't safe, it seems pedestrians like to deliberately block your way and slow you down especially if they have Fido running around off the lead up ahead.
My last kicking whilst down was my Golf Gti going pop whilst travelling down the A43.
So birding has been a bit thin on the ground.
But things are getting back to normal, with the exception of the weather.
New car: A4 Avant (estate for me and you) now occupies the hole where the golf once was
Again this morning it was miserable out. So headed towards water and opted to see if I could nab a few Kingfisher images that I'd spotted whilst camera-less.
Fog/mist was slow to clear and it remained gloomy all day really.
I forgot how good cars double up as a hide.