Up early this morning to be in clerkenwell for physio on my thumb (?!) at half 8. So breakfast has been a misery bacon sandwich from Sainsbury’s. Still, I’m here early.
Not much else to report for now, but I do need to chase up insurance to find out what happening with my car.
I’m in Edinburgh for the weekend and I’m meant to be working from home today, except I left my security login token thing in my locker in the office in London. So I can access my personal files on my laptop, but not my email, our IM service, our shared drives…
Finished my last of 4 night shifts earlier. 4 days off now
Gonna have a few hours sleep and then we’re driving down to Newmarket this evening to visit Mrs Fox’s sister for the weekend. Not entirely sure what we’re doing when we’re there, but whatevs.
That is made for rounders innit. I mean you’ll put a few balls through a few neighbour’s windows but you’ll’ve had your fun, and that’s all that matters.
Getting up this morning was as difficult as its been all year. Lost count of the number of times I pressed the snooze button.
Anyway, managed to haul my rear into the office - got a report to finish and some year end performance reviews to, well, review ahead of meetings with direct reports early next week.
Tonight, looking after the kids, and then I have them with me all weekend.
Going to see if they fancy an autumn trip to Worthing tomorrow, maybe take them out for lunch on Sunday.
Morning all! Pretty giddy in the Underscore Iron household today cos we’re heading to Sicily in the wee hours of tomorrow morning. Really cannot wait to get away for 8 days to be honest. This is the holiday my father-in-law booked shortly after my ma-in-law passed away so it’ll have it’s tough times as well but I’ll be raising many a glass to her.
One of the great things about moving was digging through all my old clothes and unearthing some gems so I’m in my Rose Blake Talking Heads t-shirt today:
Some caveats for the taking of this photo: 1) I had to put it on a timer otherwise I couldn’t fit the t-shirt in and b) apologies about my face but I genuinely thought someone was coming through the door.