Dinner time

Fawlty Towers is bedecked with Christmas, including their Christmas cd on a repeating loop. The locals love it, the bar is packed for their social gatherings.

I think I have managed to induct my new manager to the point where she says she doesn’t need me for the rest of the week. Either I have given her all the information she needs or she has decided she is better off finding stuff out on her own.

12 working days left this year. And I need to swim 9 days out of the next twelve. That still feels achievable at a push. Let’s see if I can be arsed to be in the pool by 6:30 tomorrow morning.

PS already failed at Whamageddon. 3rdDec!!