I started writing this at something like 5.15 this morning whilst I was sitting with my tea and toast whilst I read the news. I was interupted by My Boy calling me as he was getting ready to settle back for some quiet time before he went to bed and hence the journal entry was forgotten.

My Boy told me of his first day back on shift.. which was basically spent looking incredibly dashing in his BOGS (my acronym for Bright Orange Gortex Suit) waiting for something to go wrong. He must feel redundant somewhat.. hes spent the last 5 years running around like a mad man looking after 14 tools.. and now he has to look after only 2 tools. His description of his new colleague is quite hysterical but can be summed up by saying that he basically fried his brain by doing too much weed in college… or high school and college… Apparently hes also a genius about the tools they work on. The future could be pretty funny if the first day was anything to go by.

Last night (PDT) whilst My Boy was sleeping he was woken up by a weird noise like scratching at his window. He looked out and couldn’t see anything so tried to go back to sleep but it went on and on so he went back and had another look.. and promptly almost had a heart attack when he found a racoon sitting on his window sill… it couldn’t get down. Everytime it put its paw out to rest on the tree branche the branch would bend down and so the Mr Racoon would retreat back onto the window sill. My Boy didn’t get any sleep that night… he was tempted at one point to open the window and screen tolet the racoon into the house to stop it from hurting itself if it fell… but then there was no telling what would happen once it was in the house…. or how easy it would be to get it out again. He went off to work leaving it there on the window sill and when he came home at lunch to let out the Puppy it was curled up in a ball on the floor by his back porch. When he returned home that night… it had gone. It brings home to me just how different, on every level, Portland is compared to where I live now.

The Puppy’s dad was killed by a cougar a month ago… he sees coyotes in the parking lot and racoons on his window sill… its a menagerie. And its meant to be a city!!!!!

PSNM is back…and no there is still a warrant out for his arrest and no-one has any clue where he is living or working at the moment. He has been leaving messages relating to the Firm and not me for the past few days.. but today when he called he obviosuly didn’t realise that it was me on the phone the first time he called. He just asked politely if the messages he had been leaving had been picked up and passed on the STCS and I replied that yes indeed they had been. I think it was about 5 seconds before the phone rang again when I was greeted by the words “listen to me you fat bitch”… and then the afternoon basically went downhill rapidly from then on. I was shaking at one point… not with fear.. but.. I really can’t explain it… I was just so… I can’t.. really I can’t explain it. And I sat in my car before I drove home thinking to myself that I had warned them he wodl start calling again. I had warned them that as soon as he realised I was back on Reception he woudl start calling again.. and he did. Its only Friday evening and I already don’t want to go to work on Monday….

I wonder if they will realise how open they have left themselves since they never got around to fixing the security door.. they never got around to buying panic alarms… Its ridiculous.. and if I didn’t need every penny that I earn… I’d be gone… and they know that….

Big Bro has spent the last three hours on and off the phone to me from his friends house.. whilst I talk them both through the installation of his friends broadband. Also had to tell them how to remove Norton.. install another Virus scanner and then configure all the settings… not bad bearing in mind Big Bro is a plank and I have no clue what I’m doing but I can follow the installation instructions I found on the net…. GO ME!!!!!

My friend… (thank you for the good thoughts Tine) is doing ok. I haven’t… as yet… had a chance to see her but if she is to be kept in the hospital over the weekend I shall pay her a visit… and try hard not to make her laugh for fear of bursting her stitches. Her husband tells me that she is ok… whatever “OK” means and that they will be getting the results back in about 10 days.

Please continue to hold good thoughts for her….

Oh… the poached eggs… where do they come into the equation that is the summary????

Well I cooked them between phone calls.. about 2 hours ago… I’ve just finished them…

Great.. *rolls eyes* cold poached eggs with BBQ sauce…. I really live it up when HB is away don’t I… other women who would be gagging at the bit wanting to go out for a night on the town if their children were out overnight.. Me???? I get 3 hour phone calls with my brother and cold poached eggs….

I know how to live it up don’t I???