Jedi arse surgery

and a quest for quiet comfort

Hello dear reader,

Lately, the days have been long.

I’ve not had a lot in the tank.

Today was 12 hours in the truck.

And riding twelve hours in this truck - with its leaf springs and my fold down seat?

My god, my arse hurts.

I mean, like ow!

This week? The days have been long - ten hours or more.

And with frost and snow? The roads are not getting any more smooth.

So this week I brought the most unfuckingbelievieblygood pillow ever.

And it’s been a life saver.

But, despite this lifesaving technology - ‘the pillow’,

My arse is still really sore.

So today, I stated googling.

This is easy to do these days. Having become one of those people with a driver, carting them around all day.

An aside dear reader:

My driver, Ricky is from Wales, or Scotland or Ireland or some, you know, over there, those people who really resent the English.

So with Ricky, I’ve taken to speaking with a terrible English accent and calling him ‘Jeves’ and ask him to say something in that funny language your people used to speak.

I am…