Morale's Low!

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

I don't think any of us were really feeling it today. I'm sure you know the feeling. Just a general pissiness and annoyed mood in all concerned. 

Not with each other. I hasten to add. But it was a day where me and Caro sat swearing at our laptops all day. 

Meanwhile, the boys were annoyed because they couldn't go outside. Firstly it was raining, and then the landscapers arrived to do some work in the garden. And then it rained again.

On the upside, we watched "Becoming" on Netflix. What a ray of sunshine Michelle Obama is. Mind you, even that just reminded me of what we lost in 2016 and then I was annoyed again.

S.

p.s. The title of this blip reminded me of course of Jim W. the grumpiest delivery manager I ever encountered. Mad Dog and Auslaender can verify my impression of him as a large balding man who stalked up and down between the aisles in Thistle Street with his hands behind his back, barking "MORALE'S LOW!" in order to encourage us. 

Gavan once told me that Jim strode over to his desk. "WHIT ARE YE DOIN?!?" he demanded. Gavan told him that he was writing a program. 

"GUID!" bellowed Jim. "YE'RE ACTUALLY DAEIN' SOMETHIN'! THAT'S MORE THAN MOST OF THE WASTERS AROUND HERE!!"

Obviously, this was great for morale. And if he'd seen Gavan's code - which was sh1tehouse - he might not have been quite so chuffed.