Looking back now – I can honestly say that the past several days have flown by. During this period, much has happened around my humble abode – most of which is attributed to visits, and stay overs of close family and friends. Unfortunately just eight hours prior to the first visit, the external Victorian sewer pipe decided (once again) that enough was enough – and provided fun and games by partially collapsing. With shirt sleeves rolled up, and correctly attired in gum-booted waders I jumped in feet first to tackle the problem. Partway through the dig-out I was reminded of a quote on an old fighting company T-shirt – worn as a young fresh-faced Bootneck; “Always in the s**t, it’s just the depth that varies!” The result of a company run-ashore in Amsterdam, after ‘rembranting‘ several or more cudgelled Lebanese bouncers.
Company Sgt Major to the Troop Sgt; “March the first guilty barsteward in! – Pleading my innocence, and explaining the extenuating circumstances surrounding the ‘alleged incident’ to the Company Commander. – ‘Sir, I defended myself using the necessary amount of force required to restrain the man – as he attacked without any provocation on my part – his attack was violent and without warning – I was fortunate that my defence was better than his attack!” – Much muttering between the COY CDR and CSM, followed by a sympathetic nod from the COY CDR that turned into a bellow from the CSM; “Not Guilty plea accepted – salute, about turn, quick march.” It was a busy morning for the COY CDR, CSM, and the company sneak/scribe (clerk) – but military justice combined with a heavy dose of common sense was doled out to all concerned.
Later that afternoon, an hours heavy beasting session on the flight deck of HMS fearless was but a gentle reminder as to who run the Corps, and just how close we had all sailed to the wind… Needless to say, the COY CDR, CSM, and Troop Sgt joined in with the beasting with the remainder of the Company – minus the company sneak/scribe, because as we all know; the Company clerk runs the Company.
‘Nipper and Hannah thought I’d laid on the visitors for their entertainment! I had to hide their biscuit treat tin, a weeks supply disappeared on the first day due to over enthusiastic handouts… Joss just took it all in his stride – he’s experienced it all before.’
Normality has resumed this day, I can also hear the Westminster clock ticking and chiming in the hallway – the first time in several days. The nightmare of August starts in 48 hours time, which is a combination of business, travel, entertaining, more visits, and a hint of the unknown – that makes for a rolling ball of uncertainty. Ho-hum, I’ll sleep long enough when I’m dead! Yours_Aye.
This post was unofficially & unintentionally sponsored by PUSSER’S SPICED RUM – Gawd Bless Em…