One of those days

Despite there being empty bins about 15 feet away, the full bin in my street was surrounded by bags of rubbish. Which I duly carted over to the empty bins. Then on the bus, there was the (all too frequent) barney with the inconsiderate fucker that was slumped slack-jawed, glaickit and feretty-faced on the back seat (where else), playing his music (or a recording of a tray of cutlery reapeatly falling on a tiled floor).

Work. Harumph. Sometimes it would just be good to be able to make a decision, without having to battle for approval of every little bit. Then the annual xmas dip debacle.

Harumph. I have spent 48 hours mentally drafting an email in which I will point out to someone that I am right and they are very wrong. Still not honed it to quite the correct level of sarcasm though.

However when I left work, dana was on the MP3 and I played guess-the-band-that-the-40something-men- mostly-with-a mate-but -a-few-with-ladies -are-queing-for. (The Human League!!!).

And I spent a couple of hours with some very admirable people. That made me realise that really, I should not have been so grumpy today.

I thought of blipping through the window of what I always think is the most miserable restaurant in Edinburgh. But I though the sole table of 8 plump middle-aged ladies sitting in their catalogue frocks with their paper hats on, while the one drooping string of fairy lights desultoraly flickered would just look too pitiful for blip.

So here's today's news! Prozzies in the Balmoral. Who knew?