Sic a dinner...

Woke up this morning to the Address to the Haggis running through my head. 12 hours after I'd stumbled a few lines, having had it perfectly prepared beforehand, and I could once again get it word-for-word sorted. Dammit.

Fairly lazy day with Mel being overhung. Couple of wanders down the Figgy (getting the black headed gulls to catch bread in mid-flight, and managing to entice a couple to take from my hand on the wing); tidying up after the night before; taking part in the Big Garden Bird Watch for the RSPB (naturally there weren't as many birds as yesterday); and cooking up a storm - a pork curry courtesy of Richard Stein. Or rather courtesy of me with Mr Stein's wordy guidance.

There's something to be said for making up your own spice mixtures and pastes, the difference in taste from summat-oot-a-packet is marked (with the added bonus of no nasties, as well as a warm glow of smugness). But then pretty much 6 nights out of 7 we make from fresh (I must confess that Mel is a much better cook than I am, although I think she'd admit that, for some reason, I seem to be the better baker).

Soooooo, back to the office tomorrow. Been checking the work emails and there's been no response whatsoever to my missive on Friday morning to the directors on the correct redundancy procedure. And I found out one ex-colleague/current-friend got paid at the start of the weekend (normal pay-day is Monday); her full redundancy package. A couple of days before the alleged 'consultation period' is over. Before she's had her letter confirming redundancy. Before she's even been spoken to, written to, emailed (to), since the first meeting explaining that the office was closing.

They really are screwing this up badly. But who am I to say. I'm only offering them ignored legal advice out of some protracted sense of professional integrity...