I realise I have been suspiciously quiet these past few days and there is a very good reason for that.
The thing is... I have been acting quiet suspicious - VERY suspicious if you will.
So suspicious and secretive in fact that I am not allowed to talk about it.
Well, not yet anyway.
It is a strange world I live in. As soon as all the staff have returned to the site to get some bloomin' work done - all the campers leave. Yet somehow, I've got busier.
Very strange*.
But alas, As I am under the strictest of strict instructions not to mention the thing that I am not allowed to mention all I can say is that as I write this I am sat in my brand new comfy chair.
It is the best chair in the world because it is a reclining chair (more like the ones you see advertised for old duffers and less like the ones you remember from Friends.) and it is all mine. Nobody else is allowed to sit in it - Just me!
So as I am recovering from being far too busy running around, dealing with idiots (mrs Utterbitch) and loonies (Tony OneShoulder) and the general population at large, I am going to sip a nice cold beer and watch the kickingball game on the goggle box.
I am now sat with my feet up and plan on doing nothing.
See you on the other side.
*EDIT:
I have just calculated that in the past three weeks I have worked over 304 hours. That's three weeks without a single day off mind. No wonder I'm pooped.