Growing Feather Dusters

Given the internet debacle of yesterday, I decided to go into the office to work.

This involved getting the bus.  It took over an hour to get to work in 2 buses. 2 overcrowded buses with very loud and inconsiderate people.  I was stressed to say the least.

My work had sent me a second security pass but because it is identical to the first I can't tell them apart.  Neither worked.  No access to the building and no-one there to help.

It was at this point I thought "Eff this for a game of soldiers" and I decided to take the day off.

I went to get the bus back into town.  It used to run every 10 minutes but they've improved the service so it only runs every 20 minutes and every bus is pickpackevoll.

I walked into town.  Took 30 minutes but who cares?

Then bus back here.  After surviving that - you really don't want to travel on that line - I was done.  What's 3 hours of stress at the start of the day?  The answer is "Enough to raise my level of misanthropy to 'overload'".

I stroked some cats.  I went shopping for basic things and enjoyed the fact that I walked there and back.