Ideas that slip

Y'know, it strikes me that once, not long ago I had a marvellous plan as to how I was going to get out of this town, and further up north; because I DO loathe this place and a very large chunk of it's inhabitants. Had my sights firmly set on York or simla', and it all made sense, even financially. That plan seems to have somewhat gone adrift. Shame. Then again, re-reading old blogs I discover that by the timescale of last year, I should have had this place ready for sale two months ago. Well tough, I've been busy. The good news is, I've had a fairly good idea as to how to get the travel wired together to get me to Slov' later in the year. No idea what I'll do when I get there, but I need a bottle of Lascho by the lake. This is not a vague idea, this is a practical necessity or I'll be doing life without parole by November.

But in the meantime, back in harness. This I was dreading; counting the minutes, really not looking back to going back to the fun factory. Within twenty minutes of arrival, it was driving me up the wall. Fruitloop's back from secondment; still totally harmless, still totally maddening. But a day spent with a couple of our grumpy old men (what do you mean it was three) pretty much put me back on track.