Pit ponies

On Monday I gave a talk to Probus about the pit ponies I met in the mine. While I was waiting to go on a management training course, BSc and all, an old manager sent me to drive one. The damn thing tried to kick me, then bite a bite a chunk out of my arm. When I went back to the manager, he said he’d find me something more in keeping with my ‘engineering’ qualifications – go and help Williamson grease the ropes, he told me. Dad thought it was a helluva joke.
Then, later last week, since people had been nagging me to go out and meet people, I tried the bowls club and tried to see if I still had a nice low fluid action, which I did – that day – two days later when I had library duty I was stiff and sore. Of course, every book that had to go back on the shelf was down low and I had to bend down to put it in – I might try again, just not this week.
Sullatober