Last Day Off

Today was our last day before work recommences tomorrow. Frankly, I don't feel like going back. There's nothing wrong at work - as I've noted before, it all seems to be going swimmingly just now and there are potential opportunities ahead. I just don't feel like going back in just yet. I'd be quite happy for them to email me something and let me tackle it at home, it's the traipse into the office as much as anything that I am not looking forward to. That and having to get up on a cold morning, too.

Anyway, the snow seems to have made its way back to the Barnet/Whetstone end of London, so there is still hope. There's not much of it around just now, but what there is, is sticking and it's not yet midnight, so who knows? Maybe I will be able to claim a day off because of adverse weather conditions after all. It doesn't take much to bring London grinding to a halt¹.

Today we were busy, so our last day off was less than relaxing. Thanks to the new money-laundering regulations, we had to present ourselves at our solicitors to prove that we are who we say we are, before they can move on the house purchase. I'm not sure that I've heard of this happening to any of our friends, some of whom claim never to have met their solicitors dealing exclusively by snail mail, email, telephone and parcel post². Maybe we just look or sound shifty. Our trip to Beaconsfield was aided by a series of very fortuitous train and tube connections. We left Marylebone at 13.00 and were standing on the platform at Beaconsfield ready for our return by 14.08. In that time we had signed what had to be signed, bought a crudité dish and a posh teapot, though these are not essential aspects of the home buying experience. Thence back to Whetstone with no further ado, 3 pints in the pub and then some grocery shopping.

We finished the holiday by packing the tree and decorations away and ordering in a curry.

Work tomorrow. I think I might have mentioned that. Ah, me.

¹I know that the UK, and London in particular, is an object of derision in countries that regularly get mountains of snow and which carry on regardless, but in our defence, I would say that the past few weeks not withstanding, you can go decades without seeing significant snowfall in probably 90% of the country. So unlike say, Sweden or Finland, or Canada or the US Midwest, any councillor brave enough to suggest spending a few millions in any locale to buy snow clearing equipment that will rust out a century before it has chance to wear out, will find himself dining on his own filleted 'nads.

²On the other hand, I've never pressed anyone for details concerning their house purchases. It would be a level of detail and tedium I don't feel up to.

Last Day Off

Today was our last day before work recommences tomorrow. Frankly, I don't feel like going back. There's nothing wrong at work - as I've noted before, it all seems to be going swimmingly just now and there are potential opportunities ahead. I just don't feel like going back in just yet. I'd be quite happy for them to email me something and let me tackle it at home, it's the traipse into the office as much as anything that I am not looking forward to. That and having to get up on a cold morning, too.

Anyway, the snow seems to have made its way back to the Barnet/Whetstone end of London, so there is still hope. There's not much of it around just now, but what there is, is sticking and it's not yet midnight, so who knows? Maybe I will be able to claim a day off because of adverse weather conditions after all. It doesn't take much to bring London grinding to a halt¹.

Today we were busy, so our last day off was less than relaxing. Thanks to the new money-laundering regulations, we had to present ourselves at our solicitors to prove that we are who we say we are, before they can move on the house purchase. I'm not sure that I've heard of this happening to any of our friends, some of whom claim never to have met their solicitors dealing exclusively by snail mail, email, telephone and parcel post². Maybe we just look or sound shifty. Our trip to Beaconsfield was aided by a series of very fortuitous train and tube connections. We left Marylebone at 13.00 and were standing on the platform at Beaconsfield ready for our return by 14.08. In that time we had signed what had to be signed, bought a crudité dish and a posh teapot, though these are not essential aspects of the home buying experience. Thence back to Whetstone with no further ado, 3 pints in the pub and then some grocery shopping.

We finished the holiday by packing the tree and decorations away and ordering in a curry.

Work tomorrow. I think I might have mentioned that. Ah, me.

¹I know that the UK, and London in particular, is an object of derision in countries that regularly get mountains of snow and which carry on regardless, but in our defence, I would say that the past few weeks not withstanding, you can go decades without seeing significant snowfall in probably 90% of the country. So unlike say, Sweden or Finland, or Canada or the US Midwest, any councillor brave enough to suggest spending a few millions in any locale to buy snow clearing equipment that will rust out a century before it has chance to wear out, will find himself dining on his own filleted 'nads.

²On the other hand, I've never pressed anyone for details concerning their house purchases. It would be a level of detail and tedium I don't feel up to.