Counting Beans etc.

The metrics of the Zookoda e-mail newsletters look interesting, well they do to a sad old library git like me! Play with the Commissioner with Beryl, forgot that IT over the water make the Minions of Doom our side of the Mersey look like they are laid back and chilled. Blogspot sites are blocked over there as being adult content.

Monst calls this morning, she's succumbed to the curse of the nurse, the bad back, poor thing is flat out upstairs her back in spasm, movement is painful so tea and food need to be transported to her. I head home early to be back when the boy arrives, shove on a last minute curry with the stuff hastily taken out of the freezer this morning and we manage to eat before the boy is due at Beavers. Next stop an attempt to clean the living room and fetch the boy from Beavers.

Tomorrow is Critical Appraisal training in Chorley. Years since I did that sort of thing, indeed I think it was the first training that David put on when he got up here. Certainly it was Gateway House as a venue. Anyway having looked at the Chorley Citizen for the last few years and having visited the hospital it pains me to say I still don't have a Scooby where it is. The AA tell me.

Get Cal to bed, finish tidying, relax and kip beckons.