I guess I am supposed to be cheesed off that I am stuck at work updating 15 lots of gas, electricity and water budgets and then comparing against typical and good practice values; except I'm not.
The sun is almost shining, the drunks outside are singing away, I'm going to lunch in a few moments with a couple of girls from work for a good old bitch, boredom levels are low, iPod undoubtedly helping the flow me thinks. Would recommend working with your headphones glued in. You don't have to listen to anybody babbling on about banal guff, you can't hear your phone ringing which is always a good thing - less work to do, and mood - well stays surprisngly upbeat (163 upbeats per minute if you pick the right genre) - even if one of my contracts appears to be using as much water as London.
Weekend was a lovely affair, filled with birdsong and sunshine. I unchained the kids and let them out of the cellar on Saturday after I had done the garden for a picnic on the lawm. Very nice it was too, anyway had enough of them after a couple of hours and so chained them back up again with some bread and dripping and told them not to make too much noise.
Aside from having my eyes assaulted by previously mentioned fat women in thongs pulled up to their necks at the park on Sunday, my life is sweetness and light.
[just in case you are from the social services I don't really chain my kids up in the cellar, they are in fact tied with soft rope so that it doesn't chafe]
