And so the new regime starts

Not before an uninspiring day with 6 monthly review (so if there's no issues, why the fuck did you create merry hell back in August..?; how can you hold me jointly accountable for something that I had no control over, and then not back down when you can't prove it?) and an unsettling undercurrent of fear from managers all clinging by their chewed fingernails to their jobs; a brief foray out at lunchtime for fresh air and chatting; before off to collect the darlings and drag them home for Spanish bean stew and toffee apple sponge pudding thing (I need to work on the name, I think)

And the shit of the sister in law and the ex; still conspiring to be nasty and divisive. Daft b***s.

Anyway, as someone else said today - another day closer to retirement.

Oh and the joy a £2 bathbomb can bring. Well worth it.