Crash Bang

Well, as mentioned elsewhere, I am working from home today as the builders are around doing suspicious things to The Carpathia.

To be honest, I am becoming less and less sure that I needed to be at home. They arrived at about 10:00 - an hour later than advertised and have not once rung the door bell or otherwise attempted entry to the flat. Instead they have been up and down off the roof all day making virtuous banging and thumping noises, so of which sound as though they are insulating the tiles by stuffing them with an unwilling corpse. To add to the general clatter at about 15:00 Johnny Bangalore, our be-turbaned nemesis next door opened up with his latest disc of Bhangra Death-Metal, so the flat is currently rocking - literally - to the sounds of loud of assorted amplified Ghungroo, Tabla and Tambura type things. I wouldn't mind, but to my unsophisticated western ear, it just sounds like an avalanche of exotic musical instruments with an irregular beat underneath it. That's probably what my music used to sound like to Mum and Dad, except that there are guitars in it.

Anyway, provided he doesn't keep it up after 23:00 tonight, I am prepared to cut him some slack. A man has the right to indulge his need to listen to loudly tortured musical instruments once in a while. Plus I can hit him back with some quite scary King Crimson at around the 9,000,000 decibel mark if I need to.

I managed to get quite a lot of tedious work done this morning, having remembered to bring my Government Gateway ID home with me so I could log on to the system remotely. I doubt I'd have managed it in the office with all the interruptions. This afternoon has been rather less productive as I decided to lie on the bed for half an hour listening to some BBC History Magazine pod casts. Let's just say that I shall have to listen to everything after the first 5 minutes of so again...

I reckon I should at least make an attempt now, at writing the first draft of lackey's annual report. I hate writing annual reports, but if one is to progress up the management chain...

Crash Bang

Well, as mentioned elsewhere, I am working from home today as the builders are around doing suspicious things to The Carpathia.

To be honest, I am becoming less and less sure that I needed to be at home. They arrived at about 10:00 - an hour later than advertised and have not once rung the door bell or otherwise attempted entry to the flat. Instead they have been up and down off the roof all day making virtuous banging and thumping noises, so of which sound as though they are insulating the tiles by stuffing them with an unwilling corpse. To add to the general clatter at about 15:00 Johnny Bangalore, our be-turbaned nemesis next door opened up with his latest disc of Bhangra Death-Metal, so the flat is currently rocking - literally - to the sounds of loud of assorted amplified Ghungroo, Tabla and Tambura type things. I wouldn't mind, but to my unsophisticated western ear, it just sounds like an avalanche of exotic musical instruments with an irregular beat underneath it. That's probably what my music used to sound like to Mum and Dad, except that there are guitars in it.

Anyway, provided he doesn't keep it up after 23:00 tonight, I am prepared to cut him some slack. A man has the right to indulge his need to listen to loudly tortured musical instruments once in a while. Plus I can hit him back with some quite scary King Crimson at around the 9,000,000 decibel mark if I need to.

I managed to get quite a lot of tedious work done this morning, having remembered to bring my Government Gateway ID home with me so I could log on to the system remotely. I doubt I'd have managed it in the office with all the interruptions. This afternoon has been rather less productive as I decided to lie on the bed for half an hour listening to some BBC History Magazine pod casts. Let's just say that I shall have to listen to everything after the first 5 minutes of so again...

I reckon I should at least make an attempt now, at writing the first draft of lackey's annual report. I hate writing annual reports, but if one is to progress up the management chain...