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I’ve been sitting in the staff room, watching TV for the last hour. Roger told me to sit tight while he waits for Andrew to return from a callout. I don’t mind chilling for a bit. After yesterday’s training, my knee is aching. I had to put ice on it last night—I found it hard to get to sleep. Plus, I was tossing and turning, thinking about today. So far they’ve been pretty vague about most of the training. I mean, the health and safety video was pretty standard, but the sack pulling—b****y hell, that was one for the books. Never realised how hard pulling sacks could be. Still don’t really know the relevance, though—certainly not with weights as heavy as seventy kilos. What am I, a b****y power-lifter?
I still can’t quite believe I passed.
I got a few evil looks walking in this morning
