I've received a sudden flurry of requests to have desks labelled with the name of their occupant because, although it has never really bothered anyone very much before, now that it has become apparent that it is the deciding factor on whether or not their employer gifts them a chocolate egg it has suddenly become paramount.
Of course my job revolves around ensuring that desks are correctly labelled and so I have spent some time researching why these desks were not. I'm glad to report that the errors pre-date my arrival.
Meanwhile, Anthony has a far more fulfilling task, trying to make bees feel at home. I would much prefer his task to my own, but I've irritated my back again so sitting in a chair is a challenge and digging would be impossible, I can't even reach the salad box in my fridge.
And this is why I'm not around much at the moment, mostly I'm lying on my back in the hope that I'll be fighting fit again soon enough.