Pretty in Pink

Or funky in fuscia (but I wanted to keep the movie reference titles going - will see how long I can keep it up - 3 and counting).

Long-ish blander at lunchtime today. While most of the rest of the city relaxed in the sun I'm stuck in the office - so a walk up to the Castle from the gardens, then down into the Grassmarket for a big loop was called for. Manic start to the day - the servers tripped the breaker for their circuit over the weekend, so I wound up taking guidance for the IT manager (who is on holiday for the week, but a good mate) over the phone (me being company lawyer and back-up IT-without-a-clue.

So for an hour and a half this morning the ten people in the office could do naff-all, and meanwhile the boss still hasn't turned up (it's almost 2pm now). Not really complaining about his absence, just the one-rule-for-me-another-for-minions feel of the place.

He'll probably turn up now.

Quick pedantic semantic question... Overheard in the supermarket yesterday: "You wouldn't know what blah blah blah?" Surely the question should be "Would you know?", or even better "Do you know?" The 'wouldn't' suggests to me that they're not expecting you to be able to help (which could be possible I guess).

The question that always riled me as a shop assistant while I was a student was, "Do you have such a thing as..." the question then almost invariably ended with something run-of-the-mill like "... a pint of milk?" or "... a newspaper?" as if I might never have heard of these almost-mythical items that we spoke about in hushed tones and hid from view for fear of worrying the masses. "A pint of milk you say? I saw one of them once, I wasn't allowed to touch it, but it was a thing of wonder. Sorry, no... But we do have two pint cartons..."

Now, you wouldn't know how I can get out of here early today?