Big signpost!19 Jul 2021 11:09
Yet another scorchio one on the edge of York at Europe's lateral flow test capital. The clunking and whirring of the factory machinery just audible in the distance between the early morning song of the greater spotted tree warbler. Security very tight at the main gate, with the only activity being Doris arriving early-doors to put the factory kettle on. Her head is turned by a loud wolf-whistle blown from within a large black sedan, waiting for the somewhat over-officious guard to raise the barrier. "Was that for me?" she questions. Although her thoughts turn to the massive Abingdon Health signpost just behind. She does recall other suitors being turned away by the bosses a few weeks ago, after what the chiefs had described as a
derisory arrangement. She hadn't liked them anyway, as they had demanded some sort of foreign sounding posh coffee.
The general feel about the place is still one of great excitement, with the weekend shift ending this morning and Abingdon's own umpa lumpas dragging themselves to the nearby 843 stop for the journey home. They have very little to say other than they are becoming totally fed up the constant whining from the affimer dormitory where the "little blighters" are being held prior to release. Only other real news then comes via Doris, which is that she will be able to invest in a bigger tea urn come the end of the month and choccie biscuits might be the order of the day.