Hello Mr Lizard Man

Wake early, don't want to disturb the folks so make minor adjustments to my packing (shove in a few more books), record the final disc of Shoebox Zoo on the Archos. Now for the mad panic, the quiet time after the mad panic, the boredom of hanging around waiting to travel. We leave Lime Street for Heathrow via Euston, a black cab, Paddington at 1.00.

Hello Mr Easter Bunny

My habit on arrival at work if I'm in early enough is to take the Notpod and crank out some chunes.... locals are used to it but it is always unusual when strangers stumble into the library as it goes on. A couple of suavy surgeons on their way upstairs nip in as the very chilled and lovely Richard Butler and cuningly titled album 'Richard Butler' is on. Explain what we do, why we do it, the big question they ask is will the money spent on the Shipman Enquiry make a blind bit of difference? Depressingly I suspect the answer is, no! Don't usually deal with surgery folk these days so it made a change, reminded me what I like about the stuff I do now....

Tracy calls, she ain't well. Get well soon. Back to the news and FoI I go.

Act as the Easter Bunny, dropping eggs to people. Quick bit of training in the afternoon with a DN from St Helen's who was in search of grey lit and delighted to find none! She's doing a systematic review and really aimed to cover the bases but was hoping that there was nothing to find. Glad I could oblige. Big up Katherine while she's in, dump a load of cards on her for her to share with her DN mates.

Homeward bound and the big tidy up before going away. It's the thing I hate about holidays, you pack, you tidy up, you run around daft. Still all is charged, all is packed, all is almost clean. Still on the plus side the ultimate in laziness, a curry delivered, but the forgot the rice....curses.

A Skull, A Suitcase and What Happpened to the Long Red Bottle of Wine

A day of sorting or avoiding sorting things FoI out. A few searches for speech and language therapy along the way.

Finally start the edit of the stuff we did at Faz the other day. Get sent out for easter eggs. Meant to be cleaning the house but I'm too knackered. A friday night blitz looms. Fetch a copy of 'Happy Feet' for the boy as I get the eggs.

Scream

Aaaaargh! Get me away from here!