Scuttling About

A dreich old day, lashing rain at times, rescued by a fun evening. No, not the Athletico - Chelsea game, nor reading about Gordon Brown's speech on the implications for our pensions if we vote for independence, nor even the acres of verbiage on the sad denouement of David Moyes at Man U. No. I spent a happy couple of hours entering transactions into a spreadsheet.
So engrossed was I that I didn't even go out my way to get a blip. Even though I know you are worth it.