I never could get the hang of Thursdays

Blimey, I'm tired tonight. I've not been sleeping particularly well recently and it has started catching up on me. Alicia was here last night and needed crow-barring out of bed this morning which didn't make for a stress free start to the day.

However, I managed to drop Alicia off at the bus stop, negotiate the roadworks that were stationed at a tee-junction on the way blocking traffic from three directions at once and get onto the M1 for half-past eight. The roads were clear and I caught up time pretty well getting to Dudley for 10:25 in the end - not bad going on the whole.

A busy day though, with lots of niggly changes to templates and trying to solve a persistant excel crashing problem by applying a 50MB service pack (it didn't cure it). As I left, just in time to hit the traffic on the two lots of roadworks on the M6, the rain clouds started to look threatening. By the time I reached the M1 the rain was pelting down and the traffic ground to a halt, crawling all the way from junction 23 to past Chesterfield.

I got home at seven o'clock to be greeted by a frantic Barney, eager for his evening walkies. The rain had just cleared, and the woods were clean, green and chav free tonight.

So, I'm just watching Big Brother with a glass of Greene King IPA which I think will send me off to the land of nod in short order. Good night one and all.