Bored, bored, bored. B O R E D

I seem to be hard wired so that I cannot get to sleep early.

As you can imagine this is something of a pain. I get in completely knackered and think about having a doze. Can I fade out? I think not, and it's not as if there's anything on telly until later in the evening so I just get bored and tired. And not a drop of coffee has been had.

Grumble.

Never mind. Frasier was good and, er... well, that's it. What do I normally do on Wednesday nights? I have completely forgotten. Which is odd since I have a Wednesday night at least once a week by last count.

Bored now.

And the nt-hell mail server has been down all evening.

Again.

Bored, bored, bored. B O R E D

I seem to be hard wired so that I cannot get to sleep early.

As you can imagine this is something of a pain. I get in completely knackered and think about having a doze. Can I fade out? I think not, and it's not as if there's anything on telly until later in the evening so I just get bored and tired. And not a drop of coffee has been had.

Grumble.

Never mind. Frasier was good and, er... well, that's it. What do I normally do on Wednesday nights? I have completely forgotten. Which is odd since I have a Wednesday night at least once a week by last count.

Bored now.

And the nt-hell mail server has been down all evening.

Again.

The Course, Day 2

Well if we measure the worth of a course by the lunchtime cuisine this one is fair set for degree level. Whatever else the Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea may or may not be good at, they certainly put on a good spread for visitors.

Actually the day wasn't too bad, and I only started to doze off during the second session before lunch. Before that we had ample and entertaining proof that the Town Clerk is probably clinically insane. Of course I'm being unconcionably rude, but I'm not entirely sure that I could cope working for such an extrovert chief executive.

The afternoon was taken up with a visit out to a Housing and Energy Conservation Project. The layman's term for this is building site behind Harrod's. I mean it was reasonably interesting and all, but traipsing around wearing a hard hat in a derelict Victorian townhouse which is being fully renovated to fancy new building standards wasn't quite what I'd expected.

On the plus side, we finished by 3.15 and I was home by 4.30. It would have been earlier, but my decision to walk from Knightsbridge to Victoria showed up my lshocking lack of sense of direction. I ended up outside the Sheraton Park Hotel across the road from Hyde Park. That is almost 180 degrees in the opposite direction to the way I thought I was going. This little snippet of information is made worse by the fact that I should have known where I was, having lived in the area briefly 15-16 years ago.

It hasn't changed that much.

Still, another day out of the office and home early. So not bad, really.

Still bloody tired, though.

Couple of new CDs to work through: The Underworld Soundtrack which is playing now - too early to opine. Waiting for a little later, I have the Best of Joe Cocker 1969-2003. I don't need to hear that to know it will be excellent.

The Course, Day 2

Well if we measure the worth of a course by the lunchtime cuisine this one is fair set for degree level. Whatever else the Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea may or may not be good at, they certainly put on a good spread for visitors.

Actually the day wasn't too bad, and I only started to doze off during the second session before lunch. Before that we had ample and entertaining proof that the Town Clerk is probably clinically insane. Of course I'm being unconcionably rude, but I'm not entirely sure that I could cope working for such an extrovert chief executive.

The afternoon was taken up with a visit out to a Housing and Energy Conservation Project. The layman's term for this is building site behind Harrod's. I mean it was reasonably interesting and all, but traipsing around wearing a hard hat in a derelict Victorian townhouse which is being fully renovated to fancy new building standards wasn't quite what I'd expected.

On the plus side, we finished by 3.15 and I was home by 4.30. It would have been earlier, but my decision to walk from Knightsbridge to Victoria showed up my lshocking lack of sense of direction. I ended up outside the Sheraton Park Hotel across the road from Hyde Park. That is almost 180 degrees in the opposite direction to the way I thought I was going. This little snippet of information is made worse by the fact that I should have known where I was, having lived in the area briefly 15-16 years ago.

It hasn't changed that much.

Still, another day out of the office and home early. So not bad, really.

Still bloody tired, though.

Couple of new CDs to work through: The Underworld Soundtrack which is playing now - too early to opine. Waiting for a little later, I have the Best of Joe Cocker 1969-2003. I don't need to hear that to know it will be excellent.