Awake at 6 to a pastel pink sky; and to the office for another long tedious day of backlog fixing.
So I know me and colleague P did 200 processes over the weekend. We got hauled in to help the regulars when the 8,000 mark was passed.
So I go in to find we're at 11,000. I did nearly 50 in a day that ended at 7pm and by close of business we were up to 11,200. What the fuck is everyone else doing? I'm helping out but you're not helping yourselves....

Mostly King Tubby, The Cocteau Twins, Max Richter and John Prine accompanied me today; better than banal chat about TV and transport issues.

After work I went to hers; she'd been housebound doing sick child cover; so me bringing 'supplies' was the Tollcross equivalent of the breaking of the siege of Leningrad.

Actually it was a really life affirming evening; I can't explain why or how; it just was. Monday evening in, chatting, doing homework, eating, planning. Nothing special on paper, but yet stellar.