Where's it all come from..?

I am always impressed by the number of emails that arrive while I’m not in the office. I’m sure that I don’t get as many while I’m actually here! Actually, that’s a fib, it’s just that they get opened one at a time while I’m in the office and then promptly forgotten. After a long weekend, the forgetting is easier, but the opening is more of a chore.

Problems this morning at Liverpool Street. The snow has gone and it didn’t freeze, so quite what happened to the overhead power lines is anyone’s guess. Perhaps a flock of overfed pigeons landed on them – all the other surfaces are covered in pigeon-proofing spikes, after all- and they collapsed under the weight.

All I know is that Furtle’s attempts to get in for an early meeting were stymied by the need to get the bus to Stratford. I caught the same one and got in just on time.

Not being enough that we had to endure the bus when the trains were playing up, we were treated to the world’s bolshiest bus driver who actually turned the engine and bus lights off at one point and sulked because the bus was too full and people were leaning on the doors, setting his alarms off. The irony that the bus could only have got so full because he let the people on seemed lost on him.

I am hoping that my copy of World of Warcraft: Cataclysm will turn up today. Amazon reckon they have posted it, so I remain hopeful.

Where's it all come from..?

I am always impressed by the number of emails that arrive while I’m not in the office. I’m sure that I don’t get as many while I’m actually here! Actually, that’s a fib, it’s just that they get opened one at a time while I’m in the office and then promptly forgotten. After a long weekend, the forgetting is easier, but the opening is more of a chore.

Problems this morning at Liverpool Street. The snow has gone and it didn’t freeze, so quite what happened to the overhead power lines is anyone’s guess. Perhaps a flock of overfed pigeons landed on them – all the other surfaces are covered in pigeon-proofing spikes, after all- and they collapsed under the weight.

All I know is that Furtle’s attempts to get in for an early meeting were stymied by the need to get the bus to Stratford. I caught the same one and got in just on time.

Not being enough that we had to endure the bus when the trains were playing up, we were treated to the world’s bolshiest bus driver who actually turned the engine and bus lights off at one point and sulked because the bus was too full and people were leaning on the doors, setting his alarms off. The irony that the bus could only have got so full because he let the people on seemed lost on him.

I am hoping that my copy of World of Warcraft: Cataclysm will turn up today. Amazon reckon they have posted it, so I remain hopeful.

Ashes

Before I get much further into today, I thought that I should just mention the result of the second Ashes Test played this weekend in Adelaide.



Since I tend to assume the worst and grumble about it from the off, I reckon it's probably right that I should record the fact that we whupped their arses.

Ashes

Before I get much further into today, I thought that I should just mention the result of the second Ashes Test played this weekend in Adelaide.



Since I tend to assume the worst and grumble about it from the off, I reckon it's probably right that I should record the fact that we whupped their arses.