Scab

It's things like this that bother me. In days of old, I'd have run it past the Minister of Good Sense for a second opinion, but she ain't there to ask, so I'm left with my own judgement which is shakey at the best of times.

The Strike. The whole civil service is supposed to come to a grinding halt tomorrow for a day, as the union walks out. Now, the problem is... of the eight on my team, five of them are non union; one is part time and has been advised to attend, and the boss is coming in anyway, which leaves me with a problem. I've never scabbed in my life. I don't like it. But neither do I like losing a days pay, which I can't afford to do , through pissing in the wind... which really is all one single person among a team striking is going to achieve. Isn't a right answer to this one really. Damn, damn, damn.

Anyways up, on return from work, I noticed that horrible black and white cat that's been intruding here making his exit from the catflap. I've no idea how he's getting in; possible his folks use the same model as me, I suppose. But I'm going to have to have words with him. Giz clearly can't clear him off the premises. My job then.