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Fencing Sculptor's Diary

The Ramblings of a Reluctant Civil Servant

"...It's not the years Honey, it's the mileage.."
me
fencingsculptor
I passed Army Selection Weekend.

Saturday through to Sunday afternoon being run ragged, sleep deprivation on a criminal scale and 'Yes Sir-ing' 'No Sir-ing' to Sergeant Major..

I am Tired... and have been set up with an job interview for PS to the Perm sec in ..... that'd be 25 minutes.

I'm not even sure I want the job seriously...I don't know how much more energy I wring out of my pitiful frame at present.

....So that's the farking Karma Pixies queue to get me the job isn't it.....
the little tinkers.....


I could probably cope if I hadn’t taken a chunk out of my right knee during Hand Grenade drills... (Inert grenades but incredibly stony gravel and mud pits.)

That's not something I get to say most Monday mornings...

And the Winner of a Personal Interview with Perminant Secretary-ness is......
me
fencingsculptor
And the Winner of a personal Interview with his Perminant Secretary-ness himself is.....


....Yep !


Sodding Karma Pixies