If this is Wednesday, this must be Dudley

Off to Brum again for my usual weekly visit, made slightly more enjoyable by a relative lack of traffic on the roads due to half term and the reappearance of my errant cd player. This allowed me to listen to the final two chapters of an audio book and my copy of The Streets 'A Grand Don't Come For Free' - an excellent little concept album dealing with the problems of getting a signal on your mobile and debating the relative merits of going out to the pub or chilling out on the sofa watching Eastenders or The Bill.

Work was the usual mixture of 'we need this report today - can you write it now, please' and 'I've forgotten how to do this procedure that you showed me last week and gave me some documentation for - can you explain it to me again in words of one syllable?' The report wasn't too bad to write (even if Wallchart, our scheduling system, has the most cack handed and awkward report writing tool ever although I made the mistake of assuming that because the sales director had asked for 'days chargeable' to be shown on the report he actually wanted the chargeable days rather than the days delivered ... Cue a heavy sigh and a quick re-write.

The journey home was about as good as it ever gets - two hours from leaving the office to getting home, and the last bit with the sunroof open and Goldfrapp on full blast coming through Chapeltown. 'Train' and 'Strict Machine' are just so deliciously sleazy ... ;-)