She's Got Eye's Like Pissholes in the Snow

It's Friday and I'm in Love....Er....Perhaps Not....

Go over to NHS Blog Doctor to see the nightmare of MTAS unfolding, today it visits me as the fallout comes my way in terms of DPA requests. Keeps me off the streets I suppose! Also keeps me away from doing library things but these requests aren't alone in that. It's been one of them days. Nice thanks from the person I sorted the other day with an FoI response which is nice (don't often get thanks as a result of FoI). Chat to an OT who wants to put in a request from over in the Land of Manc.

Library wise it's a positive day in a way, I deal with the galloping pharmacist of what was Norf', he's a star and nice to sort. Kinda get the promise of some Antimicrobial guidelines that have gone missing in action in the way that only Grey Lit can. Send some stuff to one of the good guys in unplanned care. Highlight of the day of course though is Dave nipping in. Very good to see him and nice that we can do our bit to support him. He even brings us a model Vespa from his Italian Trip (library convention begun by former Faders Sally and Christina is that if you go anyhere you bring back a mode of transport for the shelf top).

Home and I get the delights of food from the Ying Wah, the sounds of Jack Hayter ('Practical Wireless' and very fine it is too). Sort photos for Monst of her trip with the boy to India. Blog and generally chill and try and avoid the fact that right now I'm missing beer. The coffee seems to be going OK though.

Hatch a cunning tidying plan for the house, bet I don't keep to it though.

Fursday KSF Fun and Other Stories

Begin the day getting as much news down my throat as possible given that I was a lazy toe rag and not up 'til 7. Tracy saves the day and picks up where I had to leave off. Then it's off to the first part of some performance management training which should give me the keys to the e-KSF door which is essention for some library staff redesign that is overdue. LDB were meant to let us know when the training was on instead it was our Comms team that did by of all things communicating - can you imagine that.

Head to town, plan is to dump the car in the most spiritual carpark in town (under Paddy's Wigwam) but today it's only season tickets so presumably the Bish is having a bash upstairs. Result is I end up in the Max Escher on Mount Pleasant. Call Tracy for directions and find the gaff down in the Jacobite unfriendly quarter of town (Hanover Street, Duke Street, Argyle Street, still looking for Stab the Jock Street....) Therein I find one Elaine G. and Peter H. Cool, shoot the breeze, sup some bloody awful tea. Training is good, but that's not suprising it's Elaine that's running it and she's always good. Lunch and Tom and Sean from Dave B's crew introduce us to the perils of the e-KSF. Wow, that was hard.....not! Still I come way realising how much we still have to do.

Away home to feed the family and collapse into bed early via a bath that was too hot and the beginnings of 'Porno'.