we’ve got a start up in Cumbria.’ Details aside, he gives me the date - March 11th. I’m lost for words. I really need the wife to make it all clearer. She puts it all into perspective and makes me feel like a naughty kid, because I have to phone my new employers and let them down. After all, the pittance I get at the moment is a bit more than the pittance my prospective employers are offering. And so the process begins again. We still have to work a week to get full pay. That’s just another kick in the nuts as we have to fork out digs upfront. But it’s great to see the lads again, especially as I had well and truly outstayed my welcome in my own home. You see, when you work away, your family is used to you not being around. I’m on the phone every night talking to the kids and they always ask when I’m coming home, which makes my job so hard. But as soon as I’m home, the first thing she asks is when I’m going back. By Sunday morning I’m basically just in the way. I love this job. That’s why I’ve put up with it for so long. It’s physical and I can’t help feeling sad that people like me won’t be able to keep working as long as people in another profession, like an office clerk or something. No offense. So now the bills are getting paid and there’s a new boiler in town. Roll on winter, eh? End
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