Back to reality

It seems that I've been off a lot longer than a week. Adding on two weekends and a bank holiday brings it up to ten days, which made it even more of a rude shock when the alarm went off at twenty past six this morning. I should have gone to bed a bit earlier last night rather than watching the Red Dwarf comedy connections programme and the monumentally silly Messiah programme that preceded it. There were more holes in the plot than a nice bit of gruyere and I can't really see how they are going to string it out for another hour and a half tonight (with an irritating break for the news in the middle).

Anyhoo, I got out of the house for eight o'clock, only to find the pressure sensor on my front right tyre blinking merrily. Regular (and observant) readers of this blog will recall that this was the only wheel that didn't get it's valve replaced a while back, so it was with some trepidation that I gingerly unscrewed the valve cap to top up the air in the tyre. Still, I've only got this car for another six weeks until I get a nice shiny new one.

The traffic on the motorway was, in the words of Max from Hart to Hart, moider. An accident on the A38 had diverted traffic that would normally go that way onto the M1 where it hit the tail end of queues caused by an accident at Nottingham. I saw two tail end shunts as frustrated knuckle headed drivers tried to drive nose to tail and bashed bumpers which just added to the delay. Fun fun fun.

Just to brighten things up a little, when I plugged my laptop in at the office I had a screen full of email to work through, including a 50 page terms of reference document for the recurring invoice project that wants signing off this week. I still have to call the programmer at the other office about the timesheet application to see if he's made any progress and whether we will have anything worthwhile to show the big boss in a week's time. Even more fun fun fun.

Roll on Christmas.