Monday Morning

Ah, a new week dawns: five whole days until the weekend. Ah well.

Furtle has the week off before starting her new job next Monday. She has celebrated this fact by getting up and going to visit a friend in Cambridge. I on the other hand, am in the office facing more of the same. And it’s hot in here today, too. I feel the need to doze coming up on me already and as I type it’s only 10:38.

Early signs are that this may be a good week for strange happenings in the Capital. I was standing on a District Line train going between Embankment and Victoria this morning, when I suddenly became aware that the people at the far end of the carriage were clumped as closely together as British reserve will allow. The chap on the end was staring down the carriage in a rather disconcerted manner. No-one at my end of the carriage had noticed anything unusual, but I spotted the subject of their apprehension.

Standing by the double door down the far end, by the discomfited souls was the unusual and noteworthy sight of the Moleman standing very close to the glass and watching his own reflection through his extremely large and coke-bottle-lensed horn-rimmed glasses. As if the appearance of a Marvel supervillain wasn’t enough in its own right, he then began conducting his own private and mercifully silent orchestra with some gusto.

I think he got off the train at Victoria the same time as me, but I didn’t see him on the platform. I guess he must have burrowed through the tracks and into his underworld kingdom.

It is half-term; there were no wheelie bags in evidence. These facts are related no doubt.

Monday Morning

Ah, a new week dawns: five whole days until the weekend. Ah well.

Furtle has the week off before starting her new job next Monday. She has celebrated this fact by getting up and going to visit a friend in Cambridge. I on the other hand, am in the office facing more of the same. And it’s hot in here today, too. I feel the need to doze coming up on me already and as I type it’s only 10:38.

Early signs are that this may be a good week for strange happenings in the Capital. I was standing on a District Line train going between Embankment and Victoria this morning, when I suddenly became aware that the people at the far end of the carriage were clumped as closely together as British reserve will allow. The chap on the end was staring down the carriage in a rather disconcerted manner. No-one at my end of the carriage had noticed anything unusual, but I spotted the subject of their apprehension.

Standing by the double door down the far end, by the discomfited souls was the unusual and noteworthy sight of the Moleman standing very close to the glass and watching his own reflection through his extremely large and coke-bottle-lensed horn-rimmed glasses. As if the appearance of a Marvel supervillain wasn’t enough in its own right, he then began conducting his own private and mercifully silent orchestra with some gusto.

I think he got off the train at Victoria the same time as me, but I didn’t see him on the platform. I guess he must have burrowed through the tracks and into his underworld kingdom.

It is half-term; there were no wheelie bags in evidence. These facts are related no doubt.

Grumpy

I have been a grumpy sod all day today. If something could irritate me, it did. Luckily I was left to my own devices for much of the day, having bitten the head off a colleague (with subsequent apologies, I hasten to add: I was grumpy, I am not an unfeeling cad. Well, not all the time anyway).

My mood was not lightened by the thought of having to work later than I would normally on a Monday, what with lackey being off ill and me covering for her and all. I feel less antagonistic towards the world now. I think the Karma Pixies are paying me back for having a nice weekend.

Grumpy

I have been a grumpy sod all day today. If something could irritate me, it did. Luckily I was left to my own devices for much of the day, having bitten the head off a colleague (with subsequent apologies, I hasten to add: I was grumpy, I am not an unfeeling cad. Well, not all the time anyway).

My mood was not lightened by the thought of having to work later than I would normally on a Monday, what with lackey being off ill and me covering for her and all. I feel less antagonistic towards the world now. I think the Karma Pixies are paying me back for having a nice weekend.