It's so close I can almost smell it.
Today I have been back on the island for five days and the time is rapidly approaching for recommencing my cheese career. I don't think I need to spell out the degree of dread involved in performing this task but for those of you who remain unfamiliar with the horror of dehooping, turning or salting cheese I can only say that while my mood at present could best be described as average, the moment I walk into the factory I will once again become sad-man.
I will attire myself in the garb of the food processor, purge my hands of bacteria, greet my fellow cheese monkeys and plunge myself into the dark world of cheese production. It will be interesting to note how many minutes pass before I curse myself, kick something, make a poisonous remark and eventually settle into the familiar routine of early morning starts, falling asleep on the sofa at about 8.30 and wishing away the hours until I can enjoy my one day off.
I say enjoy but more commonly I find pleasure in the first few hours until I start to count down the hours until it all begins again.
On a brighter note....
I'm sure there's something.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
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- beefandcheese
- 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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