Missing elves

The Aviemore work was good in a bad way. But I had good fun, the client was happy and the few pints after were a good laugh so all was well apart from the shit hotel but shit in that way and that someone's idea of a good hotel is one that plays shopping mall muzak constantly everywhere. And it's cold, which is an odd complaint for me to have about a hotel. But it is.

A morning interviewing more people, accompanied by the muzak for five hours, lunch and then cocked off, headed to the little hoose for the weekend and promptly conked out for two hours. And then Mandy and the weans arrived and we went to the Aviemore chipper for tea.