Another Season

My Dear Princess & Dear Fellows,

I was talking to Charlotte on the phone today. I like Charlotte. I think she works from home and takes care of her mum every day. Consequently we have never actually met. 

I have chosen to believe that she is bored and willing to put up with my nonsense.

She is supposed to be testing some changes for me. She found a problem right away and apologised. I told her that she had no cause to apologise and that I was going away to CUFF A DEVELOPER. 

"No, really," she said, "it's all right."

"No it is not," I told her. "This is NOT GOOD ENOUGH. I'm off to get my wooden ruler. Oooh. It's going to be ugly. It's a good thing you're not here to see this."

Later I emailed to tell her that I had given the programmer in question a good tongue-lashing and there would probably be tears in the toilets by now. "And it is all your fault," I added. 

Actually, maybe it is ME who is bored. 

It is officially Spring in New Zealand. I'm still finding it hard to countenance. I expect I'll get used to upside down seasons eventually but not yet.

S.