Assassin

Another of those mornings with a strange light in the sky, albeit not until I'd got off the train. And not that it lasted very long at all, by 0900 it was dull and grey again.

Two of my colleagues were in today which was a nice little number. We had a bit of a concerted effort at trying to get the heating fixed with the small victory that the Facilities team finally admitted it was broken. They then said they didn't know when it would be fixed as the maintenance team (different people) didn't know when they would be able to look at it. The problem is apparently a leaking pipe and after the Great Flood of about three years ago when half the floor was six inches deep in water (no exaggeration, I have a film of it somewhere) after a similar pipe burst they're a bit wary. 

I also told my boss the floor wasn't fit for purpose to work in which annoyed him a bit I think. His response wasn't particularly constructive.

In other news the Ginger Assassin has apparently spread feathers all around the hall, getting his own takeaway in protest at being on a diet.

Some kind of leftover chicken dish for hooman tea tonight.