Oh how I love the team meeting mornings; to log on at 7 and actually be doing something; to drag myself in around 0830. I still have the same amount of work to do but 2 wasted hours less in which to do it. Great planning....

The expected fireworks from irate colleagues turned out to be a lot of hot air (not sure how that works?) and so I headed off into the day; head sore and shaking at the ineptitude.

A non day in many ways; I got around where I was supposed to get around; managed to score a £50 quid case of whisky before workign til late to make up the missing 2 hours before a quiet gentle evening in of domesticity.