The north wind doth blow ...

The skies are dark - rain is lashing the house, cold winds are howling and still the dog demands to be taken for a walk. Typical weather for Wimbledon fortnight I suppose - there was even some hail mixed in with the rain in Leeds yesterday.

Most of this morning I sat staring at some modifications that the sales director wants for her order spreadsheet. I have been procrastinating on this one for ages, but now I come to look at it, the actual coding should be fairly straightforward. I've been telling everybody how tricky it's going to be, because it involves database changes but the only complicated bit is checking the usernames against different authorization levels and requiring two directors to authorize for orders over £500,000. If I can lay my hands on the necessary circular tuit I might get this finished tommorrow, always assuming I don't get interrupted by anything else.

Biddy the cat is going mental. I'd put the chairs upside down on the dining room table earlier to hoover up some crumbs and left them there. Sitting in the lounge reading email, I heard two almighty crashes as she chased Frank round the house knocking the kitchen bin over and one of the chairs off the table. Frank now has a little scab on his head where Biddy has swiped him, and she's just had a go at Barney as well. She's obviously asserting her status as top cat even though she is the smallest of all of the animals in the house.