The long and the short of the week

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It’s been a weird week really; monday was insanely hectic, the shower screen arriving and everything; I really intended for Tuesday to be a working day – as in, getting more done on the house, but after work I just fell into bed. Fell, pretty much literally. I led there and I thought ‘ten minutes’ – and I set an alarm clock. After ten minutes thought ‘no, I really am knackered’ and decided to kip for another half hour. In the end I didn’t wake up until Kathryn rung (I’m glad she did though, both because I really miss her voice, and talking to her is just fantastic, but also because otherwise I’d’ve woken up at 2am and cursed myself, a lot).

Wednesday saw me working a late; before which I had to head to St Fred’s Hospital for the Clinically Unwell to get myself stabbed, and to drop off my Birth Certificate and Passport. I am me, I really am. Anyhow, because I’m working in the ED and there’s the possibility of me bleeding onto a patient, I have to be checked for Hep B and C exposure (and optionally, HIV). Since I believe that I should do no harm, I got the optional HIV check too… And because that thought was strong in my head (actually, it’d been strong in my head already, otherwise I’d’ve not been able to do that); I went straight from there to Slough’s ‘Garden Clinic’.

The Garden Clinic does nothing to do with gardening… in common with all of the sexual health clinics I’ve heard of, it’s name is completely unrelated to it’s purpose; anyhow I wanted to get screened, because; well, I’ve had more than a couple of partners over the years, and whilst I can’t think of any situation which would lead me to think any of ’em were positive for anything… well, anyway, I felt it was a good plan. In fact, as a lesbian I feel it’s important to say this: Lesbians can get STDs. Yes. Even pure-bred lesbians who never go near men. It’s true. There’s several we can get.

Anyway, they were exceptionally nice, if slightly unsure as to exactly what tests they were going to need to do; although the experience was overall slightly un-fun. Anyway, So, yes. I feel good for doing it though :-)

This was of course, all achieved while haring around on my two wheeled Cherry Red ‘zed. Whilst I can’t say she’s been good as gold, she’s certainly done well – given that she’s still leaking oil and lubricant (oh, and that new chain gator I fitted sometime back has worn through already, bloody modern parts); but there is one rather serious problem. I know she’s not well because from a target of 60mpg we’re getting around 37. 37 mpg is atroicious on an MZ, and while it’s probably better than the Viva manages on said run (and also deferred by the minimal servicing cost of the MZ), it’s rather painful to know that in all probability most of that fuel is either mixed with the gearbox ‘oil’ or going straight through some of the leaking gaskets.

I shall have to fix it properly. Although, the curse of my motorcycle being on the road has struck. Whilst it’s not really much colder, it did rain yesterday and today…

In other news, yet more bits arrived for the house; the hob (which I’m yet to unpack) and the (fucking expensive, ‘scuse my language, but seriously!) flush pipe. I didn’t mention (or did I?) that they’d ordered the wrong one; well it turns out the right one is 75 pounds. Well, actually, closer to 90. If they’d’ve said that I’d’ve not ordered it. But it’s rather too late now :-/

But geeze. Won’t be buying from them again.

And finally, I have started to collect bits for Rebecca’s engine. So, uh, they’re being collected together; I’ve now got a mildly warm Cam (assuming it’s intact) and an uprated oil pump. Sing ho for the new engine…

No?

Oh ah.

KateWE

Kate's a human mostly built out of spite and overcoming transphobia-racism-and-other-bullshit. Although increasingly right-wing bigots would say otherwise. So she's either a human or a lizard in disguise sent to destroy all of humanity. Either way, it's all good.