Dear George,
I was delighted to receive a postcard from you today, and happier still to learn you don't have rabies. Autumn has finally caught up with us over here and although there's still plenty of sun, as day turns to night the temp drops and it's flippy chilly! Right now it's 12*C outside, my train was 2mins late, but then again i was was too. On this day in history in 1944 - During World War II, the Yugoslav cities of Belgrade and Dubrovnik were liberated. First class stamps are 46p.
Well as i'm sure you are all wondering, when is the next podcast... i can tell you it will be soon but at the moment i have no one around to record with me as my lovely assistant Sophie is away doing much more important thing than listening to my racist comments. She's been away for a while now and if i'm honest, and promise you won't tell her, i miss her being around. Apart from you George, i'd have to say she is ma' best friend in the world. Never have i known someone so kind and selfless in all my years of living. And i hope upon hope that she'll remain in my life until the end.
Lucky for me i get to see her this weekend for a wedding we've both been invited to and no doubt we'll do our best to catch up. It seems like i've know her for years, much longer than it actually has been, which i suppose is the best way to be. What cemented her lofty status in my life was an incident a few years back...*Flash back moment*
...there was a flood in the theatre i work in. The rain was relentless. I'd spent a couple of hours on the roof of the building making sure all drains weren't blocked. However, the canopy over the main entrance began to hurl water onto the pavement which in turn found it's way into the foyer. While this was happening an drain at the rear of the building had become blocked and was filling up causing the water to run into the sub-stage area of the theatre.
At the front of the building the ushers were damning up the door and mopping up the rain water, while at the rear of the theatre we tried to figure out a way of unblocking the drain to stop the water causing more damage to the under stage area. Luckily for us (or unlucky for me) the block was at the bottom of some old service shaft attached to the building that we could access via a small window. It wasn't going to be pleasant but if we could get the window open enough to fit a ladder down the shaft, we'd be able to climb down and unblock the drain... Well, the window wouldn't open wide enough. So i took the panes of glass out of the frame... the first came out smoothly, i set in down to remove the next one. As i took it out of the frame the top half snapped and fell on to my arm... I'll leave out the gory details but needless to say there was blood and a trip to hospital.
So swift were the actions of my managers and the ambulance that i had no time to pick up my wallet, my phone or change into dry clothes. Four hours i was in the hospital receiving a pitiful 3 stitches, sat in cold wet jeans, trying to formulate a plan to get back to the theatre and then home. This is where Sophie steps in to the story. The news of my accident had swept through the west end and by the time i got to the theatre to grab my thing and find dry clothes Sophie had sent a taxi for me with instruction to take me to her house where she'd cranked the heating up, had a nice cup of tea waiting and had made me a massive plate of bangers and mash... My hero.
I think i have a tear in my eye... sorry if that went on a bit. I'm feeling a wee bit lonely at the moment, not unhappy you understand...right now i feel like big things are about to happen, like i'm on the cusp of something...but just missing everyone. I blame that postcard mate. Anyway i'll sign off for now, i may stick another post up later because the boss is away and i have the office all to myself.
Take care buddy,
Yours,
Little Dave
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