Two days left! I feel guilty about leaving the patients whom I have built up a relationship with. And as noted on other days, most the staff at work. But that is it! On Monday, I start work much close to home in a workplace that appears that it will value and support me more. Even if or does not, at least I will be closer to home.
So today, I did some agency work to get some cash before my pay cut. And on getting home, I got to pick up the kids from nursery. Normally they go on a Monday, and this week they did. Due to Bank Holidays, they have 'extra' days. And today was one. I went to work, they went to nursery. And on being picked up, I was there! The hug I got from my son! He has never hugged me as hard as he did. My daughter loved seeing me as well. And afterwards, I got to take them to the shops to get the paper and of course, some sweeties for them and a lottery ticket. I used to win £10 every other week before I went out with my wife. But since winning the lottery of love, I have only won once, that was four numbers on a midweek draw when I got around £40. But I would rather be with my wife than have several million pounds.
And back to the topic of moving on. Five days, and I start my new job!
A young brunette goes into the doctor's office and says that her body hurts wherever she touches it.
"Impossible," says the doctor. "Show me."
She takes her finger and pushes her elbow and screams in agony. She pushes her knee and screams, pushes her ankle and screams and so on it goes.
The doctor says, "You're not really a brunette are you?"
She says, "No, I'm really a blonde."
"I thought so," he says. "Your finger is broken."