So i visited the hospital yesterday fully expecting to be booked in for my bionic ankle. Imagine my surprise when I was told that against all odds my ankle will require no surgery, I'm fairly sure that the doctor then in fact used the word miracle and at some point may have likened to Jesus C himself. At least that's what i chose to hear. So with my newly acquired self healing skeleton I had a fantastic day.
Today I was back in work, back in the cash office where the only radio station available to us is BBC Essex which is without question the worst radio station darkening the airwaves. Who does a phone in for dog poo, the BNP and postman who just putting slips saying "sorry I missed you ..." when they didn't even knock in one show?? BBC Essex that's who. Utter rubbish. While slowly boiling up inside due to the rubbishness of this station I fumbled the wad of money I was holding and managed to make a fountain out of the £3000 of notes. I'll be interested to watch it back in CCTV as it looked impressive the first time around, but to see it from a new angle and with my look of shock, then amusement, then frustration at having to pick it all up off the floor will be well worth a viewing!
Onto a night now of Batman Arkham Asylum and probably X factor ... even though I hate it.
p.s Chewy .... you can thank me later for not mentioning the New London Road stalling incident
p.p.s oops haha
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