Imagine a break room, in a place far away & in a galaxy much like our own, a venerable mentor (read old & wrinkly) is speaking with his young apprentice ......
"Taught you well I have & much you have learned"
"Yes Master, but I feel my training is not complete."
"Young Truckerist, learn alone you must from now, done I am here & my future lies elsewhere"
"Yes Master, I understand, but I will always remember you & all you've taught me."
"Good, good, young Truckerist, that is as it should be ............... now, Chokky hobnobs ? Any left , for dunking I like !"
The eye draws back from the scene, the observer swirled through a myriad flurry of stars & planets, momentary, briefly illuminating, bright & bedazzling (not to de confused with vajazzling, that is most definitely another world that badger
one were brave men cringe & whimper) then whipped away into infinity, the illusion replaced by everyday humdrum normalcy, so that's why I'm sacking it & going elsewhere I said to my skivvy (apprentice) when he asked why I was leaving.
So folks, if you managed to make head or tail of the preamble, you'll realise I've given up my old job ( that was the answer for those of you that didn't figure it out
) but far from leeching off the state, I've gone straight into new gainful employment. What you may wonder ? Well not your normal everyday drudgery of a production line of lorrying along vast mind-numbing expanses of motorways. I'm a sort of part time Windy miller, landlord, delivery-boy, Doctor Dolittle (now I bet you didn't see that coming 
). Put plainly, if that's possible, I'm working for a small family business that supplies booze, feed & supplies to the local hayseeds, stables & farming community.
The set up is in an old 3 storey mill building with a lot of the old belt driven crushers & grinders (had my doubts at first about that one, but apparently it's not that kind of grinder
) driven by an old diesel donkey engine from the 30's which drives the rollers which crushes the grains & cereals to make feed for the beasts, this we'll bag up & eventually deliver along with other sundries. The landlord bit deals with the Ale supplies, by it's thirsty work being a farmer, stable hand, milkmaid, so they need their beverages of choice. 
the delivery boy bit, self explanatory as to the Dr Dolittle reference, it's because I'm always talking to the animals, usually such quaint phrases as, "Oy, don't you pish on my truck, you horrible hound !", "Yes I know he likes me ......... but can you please get him off my leg !" "Very quirky, nice horse, but stop eating my lug !" . So you get the gist of my responsibilities.
I've been there since the beginning of December, not the best time to start a new job, but "hay" when is ? (little bit of barnyard humour creeping in there). The majority of my time is outdoors or in the old mill building so plenty of good fresh air for me Chef ! Just what a growing lad needs by all accounts. The folks seem to be okay with me despite my being an "Island Monkey"we get on quite well (& there's not a 1inch tasch to be seen anywhere ..... even on Granny) they have quickly adapted to my sense of humour, so there's hope for the Germans yet it appears. Also with there being plenty of seeds readily available there's always plenty of avian visitors flitting about, a simple thing but pleasurable enough. So as it stands I think I may well enjoy this job, let's wait & see shall we ?
So on that note, may you all have a wonderful Christmas & a peaceful, prosperous 2013. Just one little word of warning "don't eat yellow snow".
Take care all & thanks for reading .....
"Taught you well I have & much you have learned"
"Yes Master, but I feel my training is not complete."
"Young Truckerist, learn alone you must from now, done I am here & my future lies elsewhere"
"Yes Master, I understand, but I will always remember you & all you've taught me."
"Good, good, young Truckerist, that is as it should be ............... now, Chokky hobnobs ? Any left , for dunking I like !"
The eye draws back from the scene, the observer swirled through a myriad flurry of stars & planets, momentary, briefly illuminating, bright & bedazzling (not to de confused with vajazzling, that is most definitely another world that badger
one were brave men cringe & whimper) then whipped away into infinity, the illusion replaced by everyday humdrum normalcy, so that's why I'm sacking it & going elsewhere I said to my skivvy (apprentice) when he asked why I was leaving.So folks, if you managed to make head or tail of the preamble, you'll realise I've given up my old job ( that was the answer for those of you that didn't figure it out
) but far from leeching off the state, I've gone straight into new gainful employment. What you may wonder ? Well not your normal everyday drudgery of a production line of lorrying along vast mind-numbing expanses of motorways. I'm a sort of part time Windy miller, landlord, delivery-boy, Doctor Dolittle (now I bet you didn't see that coming ). Put plainly, if that's possible, I'm working for a small family business that supplies booze, feed & supplies to the local hayseeds, stables & farming community.The set up is in an old 3 storey mill building with a lot of the old belt driven crushers & grinders (had my doubts at first about that one, but apparently it's not that kind of grinder
) driven by an old diesel donkey engine from the 30's which drives the rollers which crushes the grains & cereals to make feed for the beasts, this we'll bag up & eventually deliver along with other sundries. The landlord bit deals with the Ale supplies, by it's thirsty work being a farmer, stable hand, milkmaid, so they need their beverages of choice. the delivery boy bit, self explanatory as to the Dr Dolittle reference, it's because I'm always talking to the animals, usually such quaint phrases as, "Oy, don't you pish on my truck, you horrible hound !", "Yes I know he likes me ......... but can you please get him off my leg !" "Very quirky, nice horse, but stop eating my lug !" . So you get the gist of my responsibilities.I've been there since the beginning of December, not the best time to start a new job, but "hay" when is ? (little bit of barnyard humour creeping in there
). The majority of my time is outdoors or in the old mill building so plenty of good fresh air for me Chef ! Just what a growing lad needs by all accounts. The folks seem to be okay with me despite my being an "Island Monkey"we get on quite well (& there's not a 1inch tasch to be seen anywhere ..... even on Granny) they have quickly adapted to my sense of humour, so there's hope for the Germans yet it appears. Also with there being plenty of seeds readily available there's always plenty of avian visitors flitting about, a simple thing but pleasurable enough. So as it stands I think I may well enjoy this job, let's wait & see shall we ? So on that note, may you all have a wonderful Christmas & a peaceful, prosperous 2013. Just one little word of warning "don't eat yellow snow".
Take care all & thanks for reading .....
