It’s been a lovely Spring day today, I’m told. I didn’t see much of it until 4.00. It was pleasant enough, but slightly frustrating to have spent the rest of it in a room with no windows.
The day was mainly quiet, as the customers had better things to do. This was unfortunate as it gave the boss time to think about making improvements to the stock control system. There are just three problems – they weren’t improvements, there is no control and we don’t have a system.
One of the jobs I ended up with was adding four items to a pre-existing list. Seemed simple enough but took half an hour and a re-write. I will say no more.
There was a bit of excitement late on when two auctions ended. We had a trench art love token made from an Indian rupee, stamped “Mesopotamia”, “Alice” and “1918”.
It’s a bit crude, but I’m not sure I could do any better. I’m sure Alice appreciated it. I hope the maker got home uninjured. Don’t be fooled by the photo, it’s only about an inch and a quarter across in real life.
The other item was a silk handkerchief brought home by a member of the 8th Army. It’s a bit of a relic, and it’s falling apart, but several people obviously appreciated it as a piece of history.
The central arch on the handkerchief is Marble Arch, or the Arch of the Philaeni, a symbol of Italy’s growing power in North Africa. It appears on many photographs from the time and even on a medal. Eventually, it was demolished by the Gaddafi regime in 1973.
It might not have been the best of days I’ve had at work, but it certainly wasn’t the worst. I’ve had days that involved freezing temperatures and tons of poultry manure so a day messing about with a computer is like a luxury spa break to me.
I very much like that love token.
It was a good example, though very worn.
How can something so useful be so stinky? But that’s the way it is with manure.
I once opened the conservatory door at home and my mother, who was two rooms away shouted, almost instantly, “You’re not coming in smelling like that!”
Oh, too funny!
I’d fallen through a false floor and ended up knee deep in fresh manure. Fortunately it was only a three foot drop.
Oh, gosh! Glad you weren’t hurt.
I was lighter in those days and didn’t fall far. 🙂
Thank goodness!
We live in farm country and when the farmers dump big loads of the stuff all over the fields it is quite atrocious. But you can see the steam rising from it in the mornings, so that’s fun.
Too many memories…
Freezing temperatures and poultry manure don’t sound attractive, unless it is over 100 degrees in summer, and tons of poultry manure. 🙂
We definitely had tons of it!
It is always a pity when you have to spend a good day indoors. Juts wait until your are retired and you can do whatever the weather suggests…..if you have the energy.
Six years and two months…
The trick is to neatly freeze the poultry manure and go cheerily on your way–
That would be a neat trick!
Could be an at-home business in it…
🙂
I like that silk handkerchief!
It has history… 🙂