Not down, just tired.

Well I think it's getting close to being mission accomplished at work. One stage of it anyway. Papers go up to the minister tomorrow. There is a meeting with her on Thursday morning. She won't have read the papers and will have to make her decision (if she makes one at all) blind. Still, we have a paper trail several miles long, plus dire warnings from our legal people concerning the fall out if we miss the Christmas deadline.

With all her faffing around, we do not have any slack in the calendar for even technical hitches.

So, why 'Mission Accomplished?' well, we consulted on the financial settlement and got close on a 45% response rate. All of them negative. We're doing it anyway, with minor technical adjustments. There's not enough money to go around, so we have to be equally unfair to everybody. If anyone is happy with their settlement, it means they're getting too big a slice of a too small cake.

Although I am not a fan of Christmas per se, I am a fan of the time off work; I am really knackered with all this crap and way behind on anything I want to do outside of the office. A while away top recharge the batteries and then I can catch up on my neglected writing, I reckon.

Not down, just tired.

Not down, just tired.

Well I think it's getting close to being mission accomplished at work. One stage of it anyway. Papers go up to the minister tomorrow. There is a meeting with her on Thursday morning. She won't have read the papers and will have to make her decision (if she makes one at all) blind. Still, we have a paper trail several miles long, plus dire warnings from our legal people concerning the fall out if we miss the Christmas deadline.

With all her faffing around, we do not have any slack in the calendar for even technical hitches.

So, why 'Mission Accomplished?' well, we consulted on the financial settlement and got close on a 45% response rate. All of them negative. We're doing it anyway, with minor technical adjustments. There's not enough money to go around, so we have to be equally unfair to everybody. If anyone is happy with their settlement, it means they're getting too big a slice of a too small cake.

Although I am not a fan of Christmas per se, I am a fan of the time off work; I am really knackered with all this crap and way behind on anything I want to do outside of the office. A while away top recharge the batteries and then I can catch up on my neglected writing, I reckon.

Not down, just tired.

The excitement that was my day.

Thanks to work I missed the opportunity to go and watch the new Barry Otter movie half price in the West End. I haven't been to the movies for a few months and whilst I'm not the greatest fan of the Childe Wizarde a little escapist fantasy wouldn't have gone amiss.

Just another reason to despise THAT WOMAN. Roll on the next cabinet reshuffle, I say.

As it was, I left the office at 7.30 and got back to Whetstone a little less than an hour later. One helping of fish and chips later, I collapsed in front of the telly to watch Rome, now I have an hour to burn before LOST on E4.

I'm still tired - this despite oversleeping this morning by an hour. The alarm on my phone went off, and then the alarm radio. I recall wondering why the radio had gone quiet, but it does that sometimes so I wasn't unduly worried. I looked at the clock, and it must have been almost exactly an hour after I'd looked last time. I noticed the minute hand but the hour hand didn't register, so I pootled around for a while before something in the back of my head said 'Hold on a minute...'

Didn't know I could shift as fast as I did when the penny belatedly dropped. Cripes.

Still, the Tube was nice and quiet and I managed to get into the office only 40 minutes late...

Note to self, however. When someone at work tells you that the southbound interchange at Warren Street is better than that at Euston don't listen to them. It's rubbish.

It's a bit whiffy outside tonight. It must be the last of the smoke plume from Hemel Hempstead, which reportedly has been hanging over the city since Sunday, but which I have yet to notice.

That is all.

The excitement that was my day.

Thanks to work I missed the opportunity to go and watch the new Barry Otter movie half price in the West End. I haven't been to the movies for a few months and whilst I'm not the greatest fan of the Childe Wizarde a little escapist fantasy wouldn't have gone amiss.

Just another reason to despise THAT WOMAN. Roll on the next cabinet reshuffle, I say.

As it was, I left the office at 7.30 and got back to Whetstone a little less than an hour later. One helping of fish and chips later, I collapsed in front of the telly to watch Rome, now I have an hour to burn before LOST on E4.

I'm still tired - this despite oversleeping this morning by an hour. The alarm on my phone went off, and then the alarm radio. I recall wondering why the radio had gone quiet, but it does that sometimes so I wasn't unduly worried. I looked at the clock, and it must have been almost exactly an hour after I'd looked last time. I noticed the minute hand but the hour hand didn't register, so I pootled around for a while before something in the back of my head said 'Hold on a minute...'

Didn't know I could shift as fast as I did when the penny belatedly dropped. Cripes.

Still, the Tube was nice and quiet and I managed to get into the office only 40 minutes late...

Note to self, however. When someone at work tells you that the southbound interchange at Warren Street is better than that at Euston don't listen to them. It's rubbish.

It's a bit whiffy outside tonight. It must be the last of the smoke plume from Hemel Hempstead, which reportedly has been hanging over the city since Sunday, but which I have yet to notice.

That is all.