The eleventh of one hundred days of happiness.

I'm kind of running this job, now that the bloke who knows bugger-all has gone off for a month. The first couple of days I was my usual 5-10 minutes late and cursed myself for it. I've since had a good talk with myself and started being a bit more responsible. Now I get in a good ten minutes early and sit in the quiet with my one pound cappuccino and... relax.