Back on the invigilation train tomorrow, my career in invigilation is progressing apace. They’ve bumped up the hourly rate now so it doesn’t feel like a pisstake anymore, and largely I don’t come across so many potatoes so they are clearly thinking about things which is good. It’s still the fallback but I have come to value the money. Some came in today and couldn’t have been more timely. I’m down to brass tacks in terms of cashflow.
Bergie had an advisory on his brake pads and discs last MOT and we are at the stage now where I can hear them scraping pretty much all the time. I wince every time I have to stop. I brought him in to Shak. He’s that rare thing, an honest mechanic in South West London. As often as not I buy the parts on eBay and if I can’t fit them, he does it. This time he reckons he can get better quality parts quicker, and I’m happy to let him lead cos he’s always been brilliant. I’ve never come away from him with a sour taste in my mouth. I’ll take it in after work tomorrow. It’ll still be money but I’ll pay cash for it. I’ve got some sitting in a box at home.
Slow day start today but then I gradually found myself pulling up momentum as I sourced some actors and juggled dayjobs into the next month. Some potentially very positive driving work might have just come in. But nothing is set in stone yet.
It was St George’s Day. A time to care about slaying vast beasties and to celebrate people of Middle Eastern heritage. A few days after hot cross buns, but it is the time of year for crosses. I’ve spent it mostly with the cats. Misty was sick from eating too much hair. Boo is as hyperactive as ever. All is well and I’m shattered. Even doing nothing is tiring. Probably the fact I had wine yesterday made it worse today. Bed now, and up at sparrows’ fart to make money by being organised at future business leaders.
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