"Glenda Never Misses"

Ok. So yesterday. Up at 5, at work by 6. Open shop till 11, then mad dash to train station with the Missus. Get on earliest train to London. Next take the Tube to Brixton and walk to King's College Hospital. Here I had my occupational health assessment. Glenda asked the usual questions. Next, she tested my eyes. I have 6/6 Vision in my right eye, and 4/6 vision in my left. I think those are good results. Next we measured my height, 180 cm! Last time I measured my height I was 175cm. Hooray for puberty. Next my weight, and this is the biggest shocker. I lost 7kg! Last time I weighed myself I was a spritely 105kg, her scales said I was 98kg. And I haven't even been trying to lose weight. By the way I'm not obese, I know my BMI is 30.2, but I have lots of muscle. Honest.
Next my bloods, Glenda tried to get the needle in 3 times before succeeding. "Glenda never misses" my arse. Then a urine test, the less of which is said the better.

Bus back to Brixton, Tube to Tooting Broadway. Quick talk to accommodation lady, get a few forms. I'm a £195 deposit away from my room....
Tube to London Bridge. Jubilee to Canary Wharf:


This Docklands Light Railway station at Canary Wharf to Devon's Road. This is where LAS recruitment/training HQ is, and where I had to give my documents for my Criminal Records Bureau check. Saw this cool LAS control truck:


Then went and found the Missus, who had been shopping with her sister. Walked around a few places, got a nice picture of Trafalger Square:

We then went to eat, and went home. I was knackered. Came home, posted that last post and went to sleep. Did a 6-3 today, same again tomorrow. Sunday's my last shift though, then two weeks of blissful holiday, one of which will be spent in Cornwall with the Missus.