Snooker Diving…
Well it’s been twenty two years since I last went ‘abroad’.
My passport had expired years ago and moths had nibbled the edges of the aged cardboard cover. The photograph looked nothing like me, I was slim, had hair and didn’t wear glasses….
The reason I haven’t holidayed as much as I should is that I am a control freak. It’s not something that I am proud of its just the way I am.
There are changes afoot though – I am in therapy – and the team at Japanese Knotweed Solutions want me to go away! That didn’t sound right – they want me to have a holiday – not just ‘go away’.
So please take this blog as advance warning that Mike Clough will be leaving the country at some stage this year. I have been told by the powers that be (that would be my wife) that I need two weeks in the sun with NO CONTACT with the office….(I had Monday ‘off’ and answered 23 Blackberry e-mails which didn’t go down well with Mrs. C).
So – a slightly different blog this week – no ranting – the therapy must be working then.
Readers can look forward to some tree hugging and general love to all the other Japanese Knotweed eradication companies…
….yeah right…when some bunch of shits step in and pick up a half done project for a main contractor that doesn’t pay their bills – what f-ing message does that send – you dummies.
Mike C
Ps those of you wondering about the ‘snooker diving’ – that’s what my wife wants to do when abroad – she may be confused with ‘scuba diving’ or maybe she knows something I don’t.
