Nothing doing

I’m not quite sure what happened this morning. Despite being unable to drag myself out of bed until the 8 ‘o’clock pips on the radio, I was dressed, breakfasted and out before 8.30 (just) and accompanied Furtle to work. She was late and I was early.

So far it seems to have made no difference to my day other than the fact that I am using it as an excuse to leave work a little earlier. We are in that slow period that comes around every year when many of the people here aren’t, if you see what I mean. Parliament is in Recess and policy initiatives are brewing rather than boiling. This is my annual time of work boredom (as you might have guessed).

More annoyingly, there is nothing in the news that has got my goat (well, any more than usual), so there’s nothing to rant or otherwise let off steam about. That means that I can’t think of anything to write about. You know life is dull when the only thing to write about is the lack of things to write about.

Nothing doing

I’m not quite sure what happened this morning. Despite being unable to drag myself out of bed until the 8 ‘o’clock pips on the radio, I was dressed, breakfasted and out before 8.30 (just) and accompanied Furtle to work. She was late and I was early.

So far it seems to have made no difference to my day other than the fact that I am using it as an excuse to leave work a little earlier. We are in that slow period that comes around every year when many of the people here aren’t, if you see what I mean. Parliament is in Recess and policy initiatives are brewing rather than boiling. This is my annual time of work boredom (as you might have guessed).

More annoyingly, there is nothing in the news that has got my goat (well, any more than usual), so there’s nothing to rant or otherwise let off steam about. That means that I can’t think of anything to write about. You know life is dull when the only thing to write about is the lack of things to write about.