One week in

So where're we at? Well, we're a week in and already I've decided to take the rest of the week off on leave! There's method to the madness, honestly. I'm just about fixed enough after another to consider making a re-appearance at the fun factory, but there's no work for me. My project's offline by two weeks because of contractors, my team have written me off for the duration so I've got precious little to do. So, for once there really IS no reason for me to be there. And I have things to do elsewhere. So any things. The weather's been at it's thing; the shed roof is trashed, the bike cover on my mate's Cruiser is no more in a very big way; there's all kinds of stuff to do. The Christmas fallout needs sorting out. And among this stuff is funstuff; the Manchester Winter Ale festival, so watch this space. For some veeeeery untidy and straggly typing.

Luke Turdwalker is back on his side of the country, his holiday in the east over for the time being. I'd like to say that the boy Giz is missing his erstwhile playmate, I'm not honestly sure I can say that it's the case though. The grumpy older cat seems to have gone away; my little lad is back. But none the less, some interesting noises came from the lounge last night as Foul Ginger appeared in sight in the neighbours garden; it would appear that feline grumpiness is not totally out of season in this house. Turdwalker's taken his human with him; late night music discussions have left me with a CD purchasing list as big as the fuhrer's knob, I've always had a backlog of albums I really should own, and blagging them off the net is never the same as having the real deal visible in your racks. Hey ho. Just another thing I have to do this year. That's no bad thing.