What a day today has been work play and no
rest for the wicked. Why well a little while ago
I made a commitment to photograph a Hound dog of a friends friend surrounded by
Bluebells near their home. Now when I
make a promise I keep to them unless it is outside my control and given
Bluebells are only around for a short period time was running short so today
was the day. Thankfully the weather
played its part and I was able to get some photographs in the bag. Mind you it was not difficult as when Harvey,
as his is called, decides to sit or lay down not even a minor earthquake can
move him. He has so much character if he
were human I call him a lazy Winston Churchill for sure. I was able to capture a number of other dogs
out for their daily walk along the bridal path, everyone and their Aunt has a dog in these parts.
I am a firm believer that if you make a
commitment to something or someone you honour that commitment. Every job I have had I give nothing but the
best I can and my current job is no different.
I signed a contract that said I would work a minimum of 20 hours a week
for a set number of days. I do more than
that mainly because it is a pleasure to do so but also it is required as we are
so busy and so short staffed. Today was
no different but I also had a commitment to honour. I feel very lucky to have my current job and
I am very grateful to the individual who made it happen.
It is important to try and get the work life
balance right; not doing so leads to so many problems and can even prove to be
fatal, I know. Even though I love my job so much
I will not put it in front of personal time, when I cross the shop threshold
out into the outside world that becomes my time, my space, my world to explore. At 3:30am in the morning it is a good feeling
to cross the icy threshold of the store front door into the warmth and hustle
and bustle of the shop floor and equally so when I leave the warmth of the shop
floor and venture out in to the colourful world we live in.
I woke up at 2:30 am this morning after
very little sleep but so full of life, so eager to get to work and rock the
chilled section. I loaded my iPod up
with some suitable tunes, got my drink and snack from the fridge and set off
with a bounce in my step. After doing
the little chores I have become accustomed to I selected my trolley and handset
and set off. Just before I hit the shop
floor I switched on my iPod and pressed play but instead of the sound of music
I got a voice telling me to connect my iPod to my iTunes and upload some
music. I had no music, nothing; my iPod
was empty but how and why? This meant
that I had to listen to the music played over the public address system and I
have to be honest some of it would make even the happiest person cry; it is so
bleak and dreary. I've solved the problem and
come the next time I am in work I will have a playlist to rock to, sorry shop
too.
Now I have a question for the lady readers,
it is one I have been pondering for a while now and to date never got a
satisfactory answer too. What is the
fascination with a mans back, eyebrows and chest? I am not talking of a sexual nature although
the first and last could be included in that thought as well. No I am talking about the desire to
investigate and cause pain. A chap is
sat on the edge of the bed and causally takes his top, shirt, T-shirt off and
the next second his partner is crawling over his back in search of anything to
squeeze, pick or pluck at. When it comes
to the chest, eyebrows, back, arms or legs you spot a hair out of place, too long or grey it has to come out, no ifs or buts. Sometimes even the ears are not safe. You see the slightest hint of a spot on our
backs that is it you lay in wait for the time it is ready and god help us if we
wash it off or we get there first. It is as
if you enjoy inflicting pain on us, that we need to suffer for some
indescribable sin we committed. I know
it is because we breathe to often or say too much or is it because we are
always in the wrong? Well I like my
chest hairs; especially the grey ones and a pair of scissors look after the
eyebrows thank you very much. Can you
image the fuss that would be made if we wanted to pluck the grey hairs from a
lady’s chest or back, we would never get the chance as they would have dyed
them before we get a chance! Mind you it
has to be said that the female eye’s attention to detail is very remarkable to
say the least but I think the idea of a six pack and firm arms, legs and butt as sexy are a bit miss guided belief myself!
Anyway enough for today, time to move on to
the photographs before I get myself in any more trouble.
And here are a few of the other dogs I encountered using the photo shoot with Harvey or H, he seemed to know and a lot of dogs that is for sure.
Well that is all for now, tomorrow is another day, who knows what it will bring.
Until the next time take care.
Si (Socks) x
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