Clinging

I had some work news yesterday which really wound me up and which I am still fuming about today. There's been a change to one of our policies that I don't think is legal, and if it is it certainly not morally right. For a company that claims to put the happiness of its staff first and foremost it makes some pretty basic mistakes, in my view.

I had a physio appointment today for my Achilles injury from about two months ago. It was carried out by a very nice man but how can you do proper physio over the phone!  He's given me some exercises, sadly nothing I didn't already know about and told me to call back if it gets worse. I don't think I'll bother.

What a waste of tax payers money.

I've started my weekend now, as I'm off tomorrow. I have a long drive so I can't go too mad but there's a gin bottle with my name on it in the cupboard.

The nasturtiums (try spelling that!) are clinging on. A bit like me to my good humour.