Part Two – The Old Dart

We were told that we only needed to carry our guitars on the plane as amplifiers and drums would be rented while we were there. Lesley had her keyboard packed in a case to go in the hold as well.

We tidied up our affairs and paid our various bills in advance as it was expected that we would be away for three months. Steve sold the Transit cheaply to a friend who needed to move house and the rest of us parked our old cars in Terry’s garage.

Part One - Quimble

My friends and I had been to school in Brisbane together, dropped out of university together, got drunk and all lost our virginity on the same night at an exceptionally memorable party. Much of that party did not feature in my own memory but I was told I was no longer a child. We all worked as shelf stackers at one of the big supermarkets in Brisbane, Australia.

The Return Trip

The following weeks flew by and my days and nights were pretty well set. Into Madrid in the morning, back via the abattoir and dairy, dropping off the empty churns; unloading the next days’ goods then cleaning out the van.

A New Direction

The following week Jordana and I drove the old van into the dealership and picked up the new one. With the number of other runs reduced by one, she was designated as my emergency driver, especially as she was also a she-male and a bit stronger than the other girls. Those churns could be a bitch to manhandle when full.

What! Me on the tele.

Now, where was I? Ah! The beautiful and lusty Juliette.

Part Three. A ‘Normal’ Life?

We have just started our weekly game show binge, another of her favourites. You may think that I sound henpecked but having her diverted means that I can think for myself for a while.

Of course, having just one pair of eyes, that means that I had to set up this remote method of writing. My computer is next to the settee and I have put a long lead on the keyboard so I can write while we sit with her concentrating on the screen. Now, back to the second day of my – I was going to say nightmare, but it is really just different…..

An explanation and exploration

At last I am able to write again, it has been a frantic couple of days. Her movie is just beginning so I have a bit of time to tell you more. Now, where was I? Ah, the pub…..

The first meeting.

I suppose I had better tell you how I got into this position. I am, at present, typing this on my computer keyboard and thinking that it was a good job I am able to touch-type. She is watching the television, yet another of the weepy chick movies she loves, along with game shows. I hate chick movies and game shows but she has to get her fill every day.

More Circles?

Back on the Right Path

On the way back to the farm I had Emilita sitting next to me. She asked me how I managed to have five days off in my first stint and I said I was just lucky, I guess. I did point out that every opening hour that I missed was paid for and she did have to concede the point. Celestina wanted to know about the lady with the black Skoda and I told them she was called Portia and owned a big security company and liked the way we had sex. That seemed to settle them. I knew the rest of it was so wild they would never believe me, even though it was true.

Slight Detour. Part 1

At this she took out her phone and called Pavlina, asking if it would be all right for her to pay for my time up to close of business Thursday evening and they came to an arrangement, with a bulk discount. I was affronted – only a week on the shelves and I am already consigned to the discount bin! She then turned to me and explained what she wanted me to do.

Toddling Along

Someone has to be the Patsy!! Part 17 – Contracts

Someone has to be the Patsy!! Part 15 – Going Out

Learning to Crawl.

Free Fall. A Tale of Loss and Gain.
Part One – The loss.