Mists and mellow fruitfulness

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun
Keats

Well I'm not overly sure about bosoms and that kind of risqué stuff but it's suddenly autumn in these here parts. It's almost as though someone has thrown a switch and the temperature has started to plummet.

In other news. First day back in the office and it seems that we now conduct all our work in some minor Serbo-Croatian dialect; at least that's how it all sounds to me. The university is going through lots of changes and being out of it for two weeks means that everything has moved on a great deal and in directions I don't recognise. Never mind - I'm sure they'll have me retrained by Christmas.

Is it Friday yet?