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Andy and Teddy are waving bye-bye
Thursday, May 25th, 2006 05:36 pmI am now in the middle of that awkward period at work where I want to go home but have left it just too late to hit the Tube before the rush and must now wait biggest part of an hour until it dies down again. This is made all the more annoying by the fact that I have booked tomorrow off to make the bank holiday weekend suitably lengthy.
I must now try and look reasonably busy without contravening my own personal code, which states bluntly at times like this swing the lead. Satisfyingly, I can scribble on LJ and look as though I am working. The fact that I am reaching for anything of import to talk about is irrelevant; I am just about to start five days away from the office (including the weekend, but what the heck), which means that I can sleep in, wander around aimlessly and generally faff like a good ‘un.
Hurrah!
That said, I did promise myself that some work would go into spring cleaning The Tower, so I may well start on that tomorrow. Loud music, gallons of coffee and a duster. Oh, and I guess the vacuum cleaner, too, though that may mean giving up all hope of ever finding the last piece of part-repaired Buffy. Oh well, can’t have everything.
The sun is shining outside right now, which is a rather pleasant development (provided it’s not too hot, of course). My inherited Goth cough seems to have gone – there was a slight relapse earlier, a bit like that last big wave that sweeps up the beach as the tide recedes, but apart from that, there is nothing but the occasional clearing of the throat. Those of you who got the cold and are now into the coughing stage take heart, if old leather lungs Lea can dispense with it after comparatively few days, it should be a doddle for you clean living types.
I am now going to try and delete a message from my office answer phone which refuses to die. Some spod, clearly not listening to the message, asked politely to be put through to someone to talk about rents and then waited patiently for about 10 minutes before hanging up. I don’t need a 10 minute recording of someone breathing, but it doesn’t seem to want to delete, either. I may use a hammer.
I must now try and look reasonably busy without contravening my own personal code, which states bluntly at times like this swing the lead. Satisfyingly, I can scribble on LJ and look as though I am working. The fact that I am reaching for anything of import to talk about is irrelevant; I am just about to start five days away from the office (including the weekend, but what the heck), which means that I can sleep in, wander around aimlessly and generally faff like a good ‘un.
Hurrah!
That said, I did promise myself that some work would go into spring cleaning The Tower, so I may well start on that tomorrow. Loud music, gallons of coffee and a duster. Oh, and I guess the vacuum cleaner, too, though that may mean giving up all hope of ever finding the last piece of part-repaired Buffy. Oh well, can’t have everything.
The sun is shining outside right now, which is a rather pleasant development (provided it’s not too hot, of course). My inherited Goth cough seems to have gone – there was a slight relapse earlier, a bit like that last big wave that sweeps up the beach as the tide recedes, but apart from that, there is nothing but the occasional clearing of the throat. Those of you who got the cold and are now into the coughing stage take heart, if old leather lungs Lea can dispense with it after comparatively few days, it should be a doddle for you clean living types.
I am now going to try and delete a message from my office answer phone which refuses to die. Some spod, clearly not listening to the message, asked politely to be put through to someone to talk about rents and then waited patiently for about 10 minutes before hanging up. I don’t need a 10 minute recording of someone breathing, but it doesn’t seem to want to delete, either. I may use a hammer.