Meh

The wind is howling and it is pouring with rain. It is rather chilly, too.

We have a divisional drinks thing at 4.30 over in another building a few minues walk from here. I do not have a pass for that place and I have to go past the tube station to get to it. I do have a pass for that...

I am worried that this is a three-line whip and that my absence would be noted should I accidentally catch a train home.

Meh

The wind is howling and it is pouring with rain. It is rather chilly, too.

We have a divisional drinks thing at 4.30 over in another building a few minues walk from here. I do not have a pass for that place and I have to go past the tube station to get to it. I do have a pass for that...

I am worried that this is a three-line whip and that my absence would be noted should I accidentally catch a train home.

A Spaniard in the Works

Well, I went. I walked around the room once, ate a sausage roll, an oniony thing and a peanut and came home. Fifteen minutes including the walk there, I reckon.

The one good thing is the building itself, which is just across the road from Argos in Victoria. You get in the lifts and they are cylindrical. The walls apart from the door are black glass. Except they aren't. You go up one floor and you suddenly realise that they are transparent and the other side has an atrium willed with trees, shrubs and a waterfall! It's a real super villain hide out; I wanted to look across the atrium and see Blofeld stroking a white cat.

I wish I worked there.

Coming home was uneventful until East Finchley when the entire Spanish Scout Movement got on the train and started talking to each other as if one half was in Kansas and the other in Wyoming. What had started out as a High Barnet train transmogrified into a Mill Hill East train as they sometimes do, and I didn't hear the announcement over the barrage of excited Spanish. So I had to stay on the train and come back to Finchley.

Bloody Spaniards.

A Spaniard in the Works

Well, I went. I walked around the room once, ate a sausage roll, an oniony thing and a peanut and came home. Fifteen minutes including the walk there, I reckon.

The one good thing is the building itself, which is just across the road from Argos in Victoria. You get in the lifts and they are cylindrical. The walls apart from the door are black glass. Except they aren't. You go up one floor and you suddenly realise that they are transparent and the other side has an atrium willed with trees, shrubs and a waterfall! It's a real super villain hide out; I wanted to look across the atrium and see Blofeld stroking a white cat.

I wish I worked there.

Coming home was uneventful until East Finchley when the entire Spanish Scout Movement got on the train and started talking to each other as if one half was in Kansas and the other in Wyoming. What had started out as a High Barnet train transmogrified into a Mill Hill East train as they sometimes do, and I didn't hear the announcement over the barrage of excited Spanish. So I had to stay on the train and come back to Finchley.

Bloody Spaniards.