What's strange about that you may ask, well, I'm about the only person that does. Some call her melia, or Mills or Millie, and there's nothing wrong with that but it's just never sounded right to me.
It's strange because my name is Benjamin, and people have always called me, and I call myself, Ben. Not even my mother calls me Benjamin, nor can I remember her ever doing so. Some parents only use full names when kids are naughty, and that is why I've only ever been called Ben
I like to wind Jac up that she will eventually be called Amy, and Jac has nothing against the name, but refuses to accept that anyone will ever use it....I guess that will be down to Amy...I mean Millie...dammit, that will be down to Amelia to decide
As I sit in Fleet Services, watching the world go buy, I start to debate important things in life. McDonald's or KFC, WH Smiths or Waitrose. And the biggest decision of all, should you drive forwards into a space or reverse.
Today was MOT day for my 2nd car, I say MY car, that's not technically correct for 2 reasons. 1) it's driven by Jac. And B) it's actually registered to Banjamin Cummins. This is actually an improvement, it was initially registered to Mrs Benjamin Cummins, but the DVLA, presumably annoyed by the hassle of changing the V5 decided to change my sex and my name
Anyway, MOT day, and the car was dropped off on route to work this morning, with me playing chauffeur to Jac and Amelia. I don't mind this, I'm even happy to open the doors for them, the gloves I could handle, but the peaked cap is taking things a step too far
The good news is the car flew straight through, which is lucky as the MOT actually expired yesterday. Well I say straight through. It did pass, but one thing was pointed out. Apparently car engines need oil to run smoothly, the Corsa didn't really have any. I blame the dipstick....
Only 3 political leaflets today, though two were from the conservatives, 2 the same, posted at the same time.....at least they're concerned about their carbon footprint. I'd like to put a carbon footprint up their carbon arse
On late shifts today, my least favourite shifts as I miss out on my relaxing evening at home and since the arrival of my beloved Mills, I don't have the corresponding lie in
It's been steady today, just routine break down jobs, though I did experience a real 'first world problem' where the driver of a Porsche 911 had stopped to make a phone call as his 'Tracker' was playing up......I don't think I'll be starting a charity for that one
So I've written a whopper of a blog, shared some nuggets of information, got some chips off my shoulder and now it's time to burger off.....for a sandwich :-(
Lets finish with the best start to a news story I've heard since 'I thought she was an intruder', the most romantic restaurant table you could hope for and a sign telling you....well, I'm not really sure what its telling you
Bye bye for now
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