Minging

Well, the start of the new year's no fun. Back at the coal face, but nobody's told the working world that we're ready to hassle them again. Maybe they're put off by my lot's spectactular success previously? Who knows. Maybe it's just that the whole world of transaction's has gone "phut". But anyways up, I've had a sucession of very, very dull days where there's been nothing going on, I've been hating my job and the boss's boss hasn't had the nerve to show his face, in case he should be keelhauled around, erm, something with a keel. Tonight I'm supposed to be down south in Hometown, but the gods of time, tide, present procurement and wrapping say otherwise, and I have the Fortress of Solitude to myself again. Mind you, getting a few things done around here so that's not a bad thing in all respects. Yes, I still have christmas business to attend to. I know this is slack and sad, but the fact is that the combination of flu, courses down south, a heavy cold that hit just before when my immune system was still on it's knees and having to work every day the graces send at my ridiculous fecking job, even there's precious little work to do (and you can't get a decent sandwich within five miles) means that my christmas shopping and delivery schedule was totalled. I saw a total of precisely no rellies over chrimbo and I was not even remotely happy about it. Was even less impressed when it turned out that the hobbit is an even bigger christmas grouch than me; I'm not going to be outgrinched by anyone, so changed tack and tried to enjoy the day, but with the lurgy still doing it's thing, that just wasn't going to happen.

Anyway, I'm digressing here. Where was I?

Oh yes, 2009's throwing a few googlies already, and I'm talking about the style of cricket ball delivery, not any references to addictive users of internet search engines. The plural of google addict is simply "sad wanker", right? Especially dischuffed to read that a certain regular guest on this page has been having a shite time in the last couple of days, due to child minding foolishness. Chin up girl. Northern Santa says you're on the Nice list.