Yesterday I went to work at a water factory which is not where water is made but where previously made water is bottled. Specifically it's rain water which is collected on a plastic roof at the south of the island, transported to a part-time milk factory before being cleansed and decanted into plastic or glass bottles.
I should point out for any immigration officers reading this that I don't gain any financial reward for this work although I hope to do so in the future once my work visa comes through. The time I spend at the factory is a combination of work-experience and the giving of assistance to a friend (Duncan the "proud father" of the company).
On reflection I can't think of anything interesting to say about my day yesterday so I'll forget it.
Feeling a bit funny today, started good, went rapidly downhill before breakfast and have fluctuated between positivity and negativity since then.
Sunday, August 15, 2004
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- Despite compelling evidence to the contrary this was never meant to be about either beef or cheese, subjects in which I have little more than a passing interest. It is true however that the fates have recently conspired to find me work at a cheese factory but this is little more than a cruel, coincidental joke told at my expense.
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