Early Once Again

Well, I chat at you directly from the call centre today. I am beginning to feel like I actually work in here full-time. The past couple of weeks seem to have been almost dominated by either the thought that I've just finished a shift or that I should be pressing my shirt for the next one.
After this one I'm definitely heading home for a nap. (Perhaps one episode of Seinfeld first.) Later on I'll be sampling the delights of a night out in Fife, for the first time in my life. Wish me luck!
Other than that, I am suffering the effects of the gardening already, with a sore back to contend with. It seems that's it's always the effects of the night before, even when I decide to spend a quiet night in, avoiding both human contact and the delights of the modern world - you'll surely grant me but one or two eps of the beloved Kramer, and not forgetting the fabulous George Costanza!
My next update will come to the readers from sunny North Queensferry in Fife, where I will install myself, rather like a piece of this bloody left-wing, commie, 'modern art', in the quaint (read scabby) Albert Hotel. So, until that time ...