No change; it's all going according to plan

It doesn’t take long to get back in the commuting swing, does it? Here I am, back in the jug agane and it’s like I’ve never been away. I spent most of my journey in sitting with my eyes closed trying to remember Fatboy Slim’s real name. Don’t ask me why.¹

I am back at my desk and my backlog of email is still downloading from the server. A month after we were told it was being updated, I still have to put up with IE6 on my computer, someone has stolen my chair and the main entrance is closed off because the glass ceiling in the atrium has fallen in.

The tea point, however, is working.

More exciting updates later, probably, once my grumble muscles are fully worked up and exercised.


¹Yes, I have remembered it.