Anarchy

What a day!

One of those workdays which at the end of, you check the diary to see when the next holiday is due. 

But then after an hour or two of relaxation, you come to appreciate how lively, challenging and rewarding it was. 

The Manager is missing due to illness, which meant I was left to supervise the Goth, the Teenager and the Syrian (as well as keeping the Boss out of trouble, of course). 

Wednesday at 12 noon is deadline day for the local newspaper, and dealing with their demands is usually the Manager’s function. It involves reporters phoning about 11am looking for comments from the Boss about whatever stories are prominent. 

That’s how it was today. Fortunately I know all about one of the stories, and figured out the angles for the other quickly enough. Some slightly elevated blood pressure but the job got done. 

The Boss seemed happy with what he’d said when I told him later. 

In the afternoon the Goth had a toe-to-toe shouting match with the Boss about a constituent’s car parking issue. They’re both right, of course. Yes, really - this is politics, remember. Debate is healthy. 

One of tomorrow’s first tasks will be for me to find a middle ground which leaves them both thinking they were right all along, and won the argument.

It’ll be fine.      

It all reminded me of West Wing again. 

Ainsley

So the evening has been about dinner, some light gardening, finding a Blip, and a wee bit of ironing. The perfect antidote to a fairly wild day. 

The Blip is my favourite rose bush in the garden. The scent is a mixture of lemon and vanilla, so they don’t just look good. 

Summer