I've Got A Gig In Hull...

My Dear Fellow,

Gosh some people love the sound of their own voices. Every day at 4pm I host a fifteen minute meeting.

I think it has been fifteen minutes in duration once. ONCE. Today it ran FORTY-FIVE MINUTES over. I think I said, "Well, thanks for attending..." or "If there's nothing else..." about five times.

Fortunately for me, although these modern companies think they have abolished flex time, it is running permanently in my head. So I shall take a long lunch and leave early on Monday. I'm a stickler for the rules I make up in my head.

But anyhow, as a result of BLATANT WAFFLE I was home one hour late today with only this rather rubbishy blip to show for my journey. Pah.

Meanwhile in life-changing news, my passport came back today, with a lovely sticker in it that says the Kiwis have to let me in. Those fools! If only they knew!

Parsones