With the extreme cold weather nothing but a bad memory, it was actually quite pleasant to be stood out on the picket this morning, especially since we enjoyed another glorious sunrise and a brief honking of support from a flock of passing geese. As always though, the highlight of the morning was the breakfast at the Art College. This has become such a popular event it wouldn't surprise me if several people continue to patronise their restaurant in preference to the breakfasts offered in our own canteen.
If the loss of pay is the downside to all this, the upside is very definitely getting home before 11am and having the whole of the rest of the day to please myself. I admit to being sorely tempted to carry on doodling, but I resisted and settled down to a bit of web work instead.
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I know what it's like to be on strike. No rotating strikes here, once you're on it you're on it and no pay until it's over. We were out for nearly 12 weeks in 1999. Ouch.
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