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Whoever invented Mondays should be strung up with the inventors of shaving, the SUV and Eamonn Holmes. I shouldn't complain really, it's not been a tough day, but after a pretty good weekend it's always demoralising to find myself stuffed behind a desk again.

Especially when you're waiting to hear about a job that had it's closing date just over a week ago.

And having to put up with mindless wittering from supposedly intelligent people. Monday lunch is a 'tradition' in this office, where sandwiches are bought in and we all sit around chatting and bonding. Except it never really works that way (and the boss doesn't seem to appear these days, tension still reigns in terms of potential mutiny from some senior staff).

Today one of our southern contingent (and I say this as both a north-east-England born and north-east-Scotland raised chap) declared that she'd never managed to find anywhere in Edinburgh that did good fish and chips. Well she can't have been looking very hard, but if the Cotswolds is where you found the finest fish and chips known to man (and apparently that is the case) then you're welcome to return. It's seemingly the fact that up here they put the fish and chips in a 'plastic box' that ruins the entire taste and wonder experience.

We have a couple of truly southern folk here who in the way they talk almost seem to be making sure we're aware that they are doing us a favour by being here. One goes on constantly about the weather, asking in January if it got above 13 degrees in the summer, and spends most Monday lunchtimes regaling us with the remarkable discoveries he's made (there's this shop that sells stuff that I've only ever seen before in London; have you seen the hills up here?) like Scotland is some sort of theme park.

Mind you, theme parks are supposed to be populated by insanely happy-fixed-grin folk and I don't think the Scots could ever be accused of that mentality...

I guess with that chap at least he's getting out and seeing it and experiencing the country almost as a whole. The fish and chips lassie, though, seems to spend the entire time telling us how much better things are down south in almost every single facet of life.

Good good. Ta ra.