I’ve been on call for the last week. The on call rota at my job is a wierd one: 1230 til 2330 ish, with the proviso that you stay if needed after that, and earlier if really necessary.
It completely screws up your sleep pattern – by the time you are able to sleep, its 0230, time just gets eaten up in the work/sleep/work pattern. Which is a shame, because its been some nice weather for once in England, and I’ve been wanting to explore this new town that I moved to over a month ago.
The area around here is pretty busy, and theres a lot of parkland and stuff like that, with strange and incongrous things mixing and matching together. Like the Spitfire.