Well I’ve not been awake long. Am back on the night shift tonight. Last night was quiet but fun. Spent aaaagggggeeeessss chatting to Charlie and it was really could to catch-up.
The apartment I’m in is attached to the day centre… which has a Jacuzzi… and I’m VERY tempted to get in once the night super has done her rounds.
I said this to Kiki (staff not blogger – his name is Brian but I call him Kiki!) and he was disgusted!
“What’s wrong with it?” I asked.
“Brian doesn’t wipe his backside, James spits everywhere, Alan’s drool and what about Cormac’s brain juice?” he stated.
“Mate, there’s a filter going constantly. Twenty-four hours a day. If the Jacuzzi was used until the centre closed then the last person gets out at 4pm. I wouldn’t be getting in there until 3am at the earliest. So for eleven hours the filter has been going.”
“Yeah but still!”
“Hey I’d rather get in there with them that you!”
“Why? What’s wrong with me Rob?” he said jokingly
“Well I know they’ve showered in the morning and I know who showered them. I know when they saw the doctor and I know what they’ve got. I cannot say the same about you!”
I think I actually winked as I said it. I may have even done the pistol point. And made the noise. The shame!
Right. Time to eat. I need to keep my three-person wide hips fully fuelled.
