Today I had to go to Chester because, having got my new job for next term, I had to apply for yet another CRB clearance. However, these days, not content with scrutinising your personal documents, you also have to go to wherever they are and stand before them so that they can look at the photo on your driving licence or passport and then look at you and decide that the two do, in fact, match up. Surprisingly, they didn't want to know the colour of my underwear! Is anyone else getting fed up with being treated like a potential criminal?
After that, I had to go across Chester for my first visit to a supervisor for my counselling.
The GPS had given up the ghost so, in the absence of any other directions, even from the lady herself, I got hopelessly lost and had to cancel the meeting.
But the main reason is that at 2.30a.m. and again at 5.30, some prat decided to play with his motorbike, minus silencer, in the field at the back of the house. The noise was such that it took some minutes before my heart resumed its normal beat.If I knew he was going to be back again tonight, I would put a few concrete posts and tree trunks in his path. That'd sort him!