0632 as I type this, sat on a bench on Platform 8 of Watford Jn. Dude sat next to me is chomping his way through a samosa which, as breakfasts go, feels a little on the rich side. Still, it makes me look unusually civilised by comparison…
Today I was supposed to be in York for a meeting, but that was SENSATIONALLY cancelled at the 16th hour yesterday. So, I have data interrogation to do for our tedious Scottish soulmates, finish my interim review form ahead of tomorrow’s ritual slaughter and then leave early to do the school pick-up.
Yazzle Yazzle Yazzle, eh? Enough about me, hbu guys?