Home, Sweet Home

Exhausted, hungry, unhappy and quite noticebly smelly, Dave and Jean finally stumbled through their front door.

Home, Sweet Home.

It was Sunday night, Jan 15th, 2006. They would have little chance to sleep. Dave would have to be up and off to Uni to try and catch up his studies, then later it was straight back into his nightly echo role. Jean would be up even earlier for her daily treck to her employment.

That stupid job. She recieved 100 a week for 45 hours of work and another 10 hours traveling back and forth. It was because of that job that their trip had been so badly timed. China for Christmas and New Year and England for Chinese New Year. How pointless was that? It was going half-way around the world to avoid having a celebration, for three of the biggest celebrations in the world. Still, it had been the only time Jean could take off and therefore the only time they could go.

Dave shifted through the mountain of mail as Jean washed up. Jean finished just as dave came across a letter addressed to her. "Here, it's from your job."

"We are sorry to inform you..."

She'd been fired?!?! Those lowsy, good for nothing, pieces of...

Her contract had not been renewed. Before she had left they had mentioned promotion, a week later she wasn't good enough? Jean called her former employer and the news was confirmed. She was invited to come round the following day for an explanation.

The following day came, Jean did the hour journey there one last time. Her 'boss' had 'forgot' to show up. Jean packed up her desk and said a fond fairwell to the hell hole.

It felt good to have such a good old English welcome back.

It's nice to be home.