It's Impossible...

...tell the Sun to leave the sky
It's impossible
Ask a baby not to cry...

It is also impossible to find a good pun on the word Austria. It's like orange and rhymes only with puns.

Sorry, Sobriquet!

Maybe I have too much testosterone and not enough geographical data to find a suitable pun. If only I had more Austriagen...

A long day at work trying to find out what went wrong with our systems. Or, more accurately, watching other people trying to find out what went wrong with our systems whilst helping to eat the cakes and pastries that the managers brought in to make up for the 6:00am start (which followed (too) closely on yesterday's 10:30pm finish).

As it gradually emerged that the problem lay outside our own code, things got a bit more relaxed. Without being small-minded and parochial, it was probably someone else's fault. We are all working on the solution but it's nice not to be the cause.

On other good news, the builders didn't find any more horrors. But they did present an invoice for some of the work...