Coining it

People laugh at me for having one of these. It's one of those old fashioned coin holders beloved of cabbies and market stall vendors. Spring loaded it dispenses coins like bullets in a magazine.

Never short of change for the car park, me. Actually rerading a biography of Sir Isaac Newton at the moment. Just reading the bit where he is put in charge of the Royal Mint and goes vigilante hunting down forgers and having them hanged and in one case, hung drawn and quartered. Never knew mathematicians could be so nasty.

Rather lovely morning - hot desked at TSM's office and met LOADS of old colleagues, got lots of hugs and dewy eyes. Lots of reminiscing about the awful last year before the Health Service got redisorganised, and how we have clung to the rocks of the new NHS. Survival as rehab. It had been awful. Some people who should know better failed the leadership test and let everyone down. All water under the bridge now. I'm in a better place at least; good bunch of colleagues and working for an organisation with a sense of purpose. Others haven't been so lucky.

Afternoon spent with family discussing Aged P and going to see a rather nice residential home. All very difficult but at least we are trying to put people first.

Went to IKEA on the way home and didn't waste lots of money for once. A new era of restraint.

Thank god the bloody internet is working again. Maslow's hierarchy of needs in the 21st Century, level one: food, water, shelter, broadband...