Sisyphus

Another week at the Big Shop of Horrors. Long days. And a succession of people trying to arrange more meetings to monitor our progress which, of course, mitigate against our making any progress. As does the other succession of other people throwing extra things that we could do into the mix. And it takes time to explain to them that we don't have time to do the extra things. And that the time we are spending persuading them that we don't have time is itself using up the very little time that we still have.

The latest idea is a daily "stand up" meeting. The first one has been allocated an hour. An. Hour.

Oh well, it's the weekend now. Wine. And Murder.