The Lair of the SlowFox

Kinda tired this morning, for no discernible reason. Ah well.

Have an exciting Change Feedback meeting to go to early on, where we get to tell our superiors what an excellent job they've managed of the restructuring that we're currently in the midst of (it must be the midst, since half of us haven't actually moved to the new accommodation yet).

Also, can't print, which means that I can't attempt the Monday Killer, which is disappointing, but Colleague H and I have plenty of other things to be tackling in the interim, so I'm sure we'll survive.

Hull City are away to Fulham this evening - hopefully Bullard should be making his first appearance for the first time since damaging his (known to be dodgy at the time) knee on his debut for us last season. There aren't really going to be any easy games for us this season, but we could really do with some kind of result...

Yesterday was mad: Mali. Muesli bar. Work. Mali. Lunch. Mali. Farm. Mali. Residents' Association. Too tired to eat. Bed.

Fewer days like that, please. Ta.

All good preparation for today's one-on-one with the Auditors.

Blech - somewhat tired this afternoon, so am sort of grimly hanging on (metaphorically) until 5.30, whence I can wander home, and then take Mali out to the Field.

Did some more Christmas shopping at the weekend - only 186 days to go, people! Of course, the danger with buying stuff ridiculously early in good time is that the designated recipient/target might very well procure said for themselves in the interim. But hopefully not.