Nine?

Today was the day of the much feared meeting at my place of work. I'm still trying to work out exactly what happened, but it seems as though I shall not be going back to my job - it simply makes me too ill.

I'll have to find something else. And I'm about to go onto half pay, which isn't great (since I've yet to find a way to persuade shops to let me pay half price for stuff), but in some ways it marks a new beginning (trying to think positive here).

Last time this happened, I ended up cleaning toilets for a living. Hope I don't have to do that again, but if I do, I do. Have to make enough money to survive somehow or we face a drastic cut in lifestyle - move to a bedsit, rehoming cats etc. I'm simply refusing to think about that at the moment.

The Wonderspouse came with me as I drove the familiar route into work (just as well, since I was hardly able to talk during the meeting so he had to speak for me). He was very amused by the speed limit signs on the hospital site - 9mph? can it be true?

I'm absolutely sure that my car's speedometer isn't that precise at such speeds - but the sign makes a jolly blip!

For those of you who are interested: yesterday's blip was part of Beethoven's Piano Sonata No.32 Op.111. I blipped it because it was my 111th blip, and the number 111 always makes me think of that Sonata. The particular passage is a really groovy jazzy bit - listen to it sometime if you get the chance - you'll hear how amazingly ahead of his time Beethoven really was. GENIUS!!!!