Tpm has thought about his day and considered what to share and whether he can entertain the reader with some jovial exploit tales. Well, regrettably, there was little in the way of joviality today, due to gorgeous weather drawing all kinds of demented drivers out onto the roads.

I am a firm believer that there should be a legal requirement to retake one's driving test after one reaches a certain age and whilst never wishing to prevent anyone from getting out and about, the danger being caused on the roads today is nothing short of disastrous. I attempted to park in a loading bay in my local village but found it blocked by an elderly male driver who had parked to go into a nearby shop. I pointed out the loading only sign, to which he replied by flashing his disabled badge!!! Streuth, that badge has totally replaced the 'park anywhere' hazard lights and clearly many of the holders of the badge have no perception of the conditions applicable to its issue! 

Whilst delivering to a major pharmacy recently, I had great difficulty manoeuvering into the road due to a female having abandoned her car on the bend of the road. Very slowly, with great care, and assistance on my nearside from a concerned pedestrian, I was almost through the gap. The female driver returned screaming that she would move her vehicle as I was "nearly taking the side off" her car. Too late thought tpm, I'm through.

I chewed on my lip, resisted the urge to say nothing until the next thing when she shouted, "why do you have to come in such a small road anyway". My vehicle is  not a fire engine, ambulance, just a delivery vehicle making sure urgent drugs get to the pharmacies. I pointed out to her as politely as I could that it was necessary to enter the road to deliver, but the significance failed to register any meaning for her. The point being, dear reader, is that you do not want to live in the same road as that woman because if you're house is on fire, or you're having a heart attack, the emergency services are unlikely to be able to access your road. 

Oh well, what a waste of time I hear you're thinking, well as it says at the top of the blog, "More ramblings,tainted with the occasional sanitised thought". I've sanitised and without the aid of the golden brown nectar.

It's time to close, make a refreshing brew for which tpm is renowned in his own teapot, and watch some overpaid primadonnas run around a football field in the hope that tpm will be entertained before doing it all again tomorrow.

Tpm had a gruelling Friday, throughout incessant rain, the tablets 'got through'. There were no crisis points save the impossible parking situation  one found whilst delivering to West Kirby and Hoylake which try any one's patience but on a twice daily visit, ranquors beyond belief.

Drivers appear to believe that parking on yellow lines because they have a Disabled badge means they do not have to consider saftey issues, such as blocking a road off for access to emergency vehicles and the like. Then there are those who can't understand that loading bays are for just that, not for loading one's wife from the car to the hairdressers!! SELFISH is the word tpm will use here, although it hardly does justice to the mindless moronic drivers who put others in jeopardy to suit their own 'emergencies'.

Saturday passed by as Saturday does, home in time for lunch with another 50+ hours completed in the week, leaving tpm drained and stewed for the rest of the day.

Sunday, as per the norm, allows tpm to nestle under the duvet for an extra 5 hours in the morning, nothwithstanding that the body clock still stirs at the usual rising time, requiring numerous attempts at prolonging the sleep phase until a more acceptable hour.

Once the golden brown elixir has been taken, along with sustenance for the day ahead, it's time for the lengthy list of chores and housework to be attempted. The reader will note that there are numerous attempts made for respite, such as now when tpm is writing this instead of the chores-to-do list!! 

It is only two and half weeks before the venerable Mrs.TPM returns to assume her position as head of all she beholds. There will an abundance of myrth and merriment all round on that day, irrespective of the jet lag!

Tpm has survived yet another day of tramping the tablets back and forth, although with the amount returned by lunchtime, it would not necessarily have given the reader that impression. However, the day provided a modicum of success, with few dramas,  moments in the early morning with tpm's grandchildren go some way towards lifting any impending gloom.

Lunch was uneventful, providing a welcome break for tpm from the stress of Chaos Health care  and the afternoon was heavier and later than usual due to the fact that one occasionally has to rely on incompetent teabags who should have been ditched the moment they dried out!!

Nevertheless, tpm was able to complete the allotted tasks in overtime before the delicious and welcome golden brown nectar rejuvenated the weary tramper.

No word yet from Mrs. TPM, indicating that she may well be engrossed in her Trans Atlantic activities to the detriment of conversating with tpm.

As old Arkwright used to say, "Its been a funny sort of day" which is rapidly drawing to close with the lure of the duvet overcoming all else, except one final tea bag delight!

Well it clearly didn't happen for tpm last night, as the reader will deduce, this blog is not being presented from The Algarve due to the Euromillions failing  to recognise my selection over someone else's.

The journey around the Wirral found me in Lower Village, Heswall, where tpm located his offspring and family out for breakfast at a local tea room. Delightful.

Thus, another day at chaos healthcare; its a strange quirk if you ask me, the idea of being a delivery person. I thought the idea was - the customer orders, the item(s) are duly selected, packed and ultimately delivered by tpm and his colleagues. Those items are then dispensed  in a forthright fashion to the sick and needy. However, in tpm's lot, it appears that the customer orders, the items are selected and duly delivered by tpm, only to find the next day, many of the said delivery is returned as unwanted..

Aah well, tpm is still holding out for that jackpot and until that time arrives, finds himself at the mercy of the 'strainers'.

A beautiful day weather wise today, afternoon temperatures soaring to a healthy 73deg F. Veggies have been duly attended to, satiating their thirst before tpm's spirits were also boosted by a good old fashioned golden brown brew.

So yet another day draws towards an end, surviving the chaos is to be seen as some kind of achievement and a special thanks is yet again due to Mrs. TPM for her advice and supply of the 'sock bandage', considerably easier walking today. Three weeks and her good self will be back where she belongs and I, tpm, for one, will be mightily joyous!

Yet another busy day for teapot, having been once again greeted through the oblong window by one's beautiful grandchildren, and their mummy,

 I took foot, (sore little digit), to the doctor mid-deliveries this morning and as usual was kept brewing for around 15 minutes, yet when I got into see the seemingly young child purporting to be the doctor, I was in and out in 5 minutes?...and then never received much help with the plight I reported.

Managed to grab a brew and  sandwich over 20 minute lunch break before going back for more tablet tramping. Fortunately, in very pleasant weather, didn't have too many deliveries and was able to boil the kettle alot sooner than on previous days.

Now its time to go speak to my veggies, encourage them to grow some more and faster..then it will be the hour when Mrs. TPM will call to relate her day's itinerary. Only 3 weeks left for tpm to get things done so that her return to these shores will be warming and welcoming..

Later, I shall prepare another gourmet meal of sirloin steak, salad and chips , to be amply followed by two '99''s...then it will no doubt be time for the tpm to retire before starting it all over again on Wednesday...unless of course, the euromillions decides to shower me with its delights!!! 

If that should happen dear reader, you may rest assured that tpm's cup will well and truly  spill over!

Another Return

I have managed to find my way back here after such an absence..I shall endeavour to pour the teapots thoughts in a strong and refreshing cuppa in due course.