Curse You Red Baron

One and a half bays from completion and I run out of barcodes, I also leave my power cable for the laptop in the poxy archive. Still at least I have to go back and have an excuse to fetch the thing. Mind you I did notice a new box had sneaked in there while I was at lunch. Presumably they didn't think I was intimately aquainted with every box!

Tracy if I don't get a chance to do the news tomorrow, usual stuff but you can cut and paste from here.

Home, drag the boy to Beavers, fetch food with him post Beavers, impressed with the True of False sesh we had to keep him amused. Eat, hoover, blog and bath. Brum tomorrow.

The Switch

A day in which I want to turn over and kip following as bad a nights kip as I predicted. Instead I wake and muttering dark things head into work after Cal leaves for school. Catch up on a few things, order train tickets to head home on Saturday. I'm kinda pissed off with the motorway network so look forward to stretching out and relaxing with a book as we travel. Fail to pick up the tickets from the Fast Ticket machine because I've obviously written the code down wrong. Try again tomorrow.

Home via the Ying Wah because Monst is away to work tonight. Agree that they will sort themselves out with food tomorrow for Beaver night tomorrow.

Interesting work comes in about Stakeholder Management, seems like the people doing it for their course are breaking the back of a problem elsewhere in the PCT. Good folk they are too.

...and on the eighth day the deity I don't believe in looked at their non-creation and didn't create the fuzzbox

....and here is how he didn't! The Solarflares on a trip to the Ying Wah inspire this post. Technorati Tags: Solarflares; Fuzzbox; Ying Wah