Darth Hobbit pays a visit

As I was returning home from Masters place, I stopped by the concrete jungle to pick up Darth Hobbit. The journey was relatively normal, except I had to remind him to wind down the window before he lit his pipe with his light saber. Conversation was mostly of the form, "Ooohhh, destroy the ring, you must." I tell you, conversation with a joint personality fictional character was not easy and it was at that point that I wished I had a translator in the back seat.

However, Darth Hobbit had a job interview in the town next to mine, so I put him up for a few days. As it was, I was lucky that I did, as after the Monday, it was a case of him putting up with me; sick in bed with flu.

As luck would have it, we were on strike for Tuesday and there were already enough people to cover the maximum allowed to picket. Although I thought it bad form if union branch committee members weren't there, the branch secretary convinced me that enough people would be able to do the job of maintaining the lines and that my time was better served in bed, recovering. He had seen the state of me when I turned up for work on Monday.

Darth Hobbit went in to the deep, dark forests of the town and did battle with the Federation of Sainsburys, bringing home some much needed provisions with him; while I laid in bed with some hot water bottles and my laptop for company.

It's nice to be waited on hand and foot. Got to catch serious flu more often, methinks. **cough, cough** - on second thoughts, perhaps not.