Waffle

Thursday evening and the weekend is here!

The work day was different because the Manager has gone off for a dirty romantic weekend in Paris. The Boss was in Parliament all day. The Goth and I had to assume all responsibility for the day’s doings. 

Oh, and I had to help train up the new intern in spite of her being in the Parliament office (and in spite of not having met her yet). Sometimes they arrive “oven ready” as the cretin Johnson would say. Others need a bit more input. 

The end result was busy but fun too. 

I walked to and from the Office again, so by the evening my energy levels were low. 

I did have the foresight to Blip my lunch, in the expectation of few other possibilities coming along.  

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