A transplanted Monday

So today we enjoyed the rare delight of a Monday grafted onto a Tuesday. Mere words are too meagre when it comes to expressing the deep joy we experienced sitting on the M26 in the fine drizzle. Should anyone really wish to understand the rapture I'll try to recreate it through the medium of interpretive dance this coming Saturday evening. There may be beer involved.

In other news - I have ironed some clothing for tomorrow so I may need to wear a name badge as colleagues are more used to me shambling in wearing crumpled attire.

And now it's gone 20:00 and still light outside so that's rather fine isn't it? We'll skip to a Wednesday shortly so fasten your seatbelts and scream if you want to go faster!