No! I am not 45!

Nothing much to say about today really.

I went to McDonalds to get my usual cuppa first thing. The usual smiley fellow asked if it was my 45th birthday. I looked bewildered until he pointed at my '45' badge which was still on my jacket lapel from last week. After being outraged (but not very as it wasn't very far off) I explained that I wasn't 45 until the 18th of October next year and that my badge was representing the percentage of voters in Scotland who had said 'Yes' to independence.

I swear I could hear the cogs going round in his head as he considered my answer. Before Smiley's head exploded completely, I made a sharp exit! I suppose it's a bit much for 6:45 in the morning although loads of people are up and out much earlier than that, driving milk floats etc.

I then headed straight up to the council house where my door was just being thrown open. It was my first day back in the office for a while but it started better than expected as no one had unplugged me during my two weeks absence and I was able to get logged in within five minutes. I was later told by Paul that no one sat in my seat at all while I'd been away and that I'd frightened everyone off! I assure you I am not that terrifying. I don't think so anyway..

It was nice to catch up with everyone and tell them about the delights of Ayr and Edinburgh. The pictures I'd posted on FB over the past couple of weeks had been appreciated! It beats sending postcards anyway.

My day was split between help desk calls and plodding on with the OFSTED report. I am determined to get it finished by the end of this week.

That's it. I told you nothing happened!

It was pouring with rain again and the garden was quiet and wet when I got home. A few tits, Lucky, Eric and Joey (the new one) showed up along with a couple of baby squirrels. I liked this one best although it was hard to avoid the reflections through the window that low down.

Go large...

Track? I fancy this cracker from Paul Weller today - Why Walk When You Can Run