A Flash Bird

Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusy!

And it's only Tuesday. Sheesh. Putting together the website has been my saviour - I'm enjoying this issue, as much as anything because I'm doing a piece on a film being made about a cyclist called Dummy Jim. I've been in touch with the writer/artist/filmmaker responsible, and he's a thoroughly decent bloke. Makes all the difference.

Work, meanwhile, has retained some petty annoyances, sitting in on meetings where a heid honcho changes his mind on something to a position first posited by... me, in a meeting last week, which at that point was apparently the wrong way to go about things. Of course today it was re-posited in such a way as to appear to be a brand-new opinion from him. Pah.

Oh, and this is Miss Hennypenny, blipped a few times before, now living on her own after Margot died recently. She's slipped from second in the pecking order (behind Margot) to 3rd, with Skye especially picking/pecking on her. It would appear chicken politics are as convoluted as work politics. Missy has lost the 'don' who maintained her aura of protection, and Skye has worked out she's the biggest chook. It's taken her long enough.