I should get out more

So I got to work at 7.45 am and came home at 4.00; then worked until 9.30 with a break for supper. I was doing invoices at the end whilst watching Stephen Tompkins floating over Melbourne in one of those "lets stick a celeb in a balloon and do some moronic interviews full of cliches and travel platitudes" programmes.

I did have ten minutes in the garden with the moggies when I got home I confess. The sun was out. It was not so cold. The young cats had never seen me out there before and loved it. "Welcome to our world" they seem to say, watching me intently to see if I would mark some territory by crapping on the rockery. Sorry boys, it takes a lot of drinks to get me to that place.

I should get out more. Not in a balloon. My week is very indoorsy. Yes that is a word, you may not find it in a dictionary but it is made up of letters and has meaning, so just deal with it. We live in a digital democracy when new words are being born in their thousands every day, and disappearing at a similar rate. It's the sort of word that people who don't get out much make up.

Lots of HR "advice" around at work now. The mysterious forms that suddenly appear at this stage of the process inviting you to explain why you haven't got a job yet, as if it's your fault that the NHS is playing a game of twister in the dark with the people who keep it running.

Oh well, we keep on going. In the meantime here is another cat blip. Scout in the garden. He gets out a lot more than I do ...