7th November. It's A Wonderful Life - Probably.

Mr H. had a vocation for science, perhaps he was lucky, to have a vocation for anything.

Mr H. still thinks of my position as an enviable position, that is driving around looking in peoples fridges, having cups of tea then climbing up a ladder or whatever it is I'm supposed to be doing.

"Would you like to stay for tea?" asks Mr H. as darkness falls at 5 pm.

"Are you sure?" I ask

'Yes."

There must be worse jobs but is it a vocation? Probably not. I'm just filling in time before the wooden overcoat.

Then up the last great chimney - at the local Crematorium.