A buddy shift to start Tuesday.
That was nice.
It's been a while since I was the one wearing the training hat. I rather enjoyed the isolation of working remotely being interrupted.
The annual company Equality and Diversity survey then followed.
I had a bit of an OUCH moment when I had to tick the age range box.
Being classified as 'male (including female to male trans men)' put a smile back on my face.
And then it was heads down, work shifts and a day of bloody rain until tools were downed.
For some reason I forgot how to type.
Which isn't good when you are keyboard bound all day.
@RobertElms had an ACE discussion about HS2 and what the chuffers to do with Euston.
A glance over the geographic shoulder at KX would be a good start.
Yer man then played I Don't Want to Talk About It.
I sung along to the mad cat.
She remained fast asleep.
Further first utility woes continued. I haven't been a customer for almost three months now. The buggers just won't go away.
Here's the top tip though: forget phone conversations. Give them a prod on Twitter and you should get the right result.
I started to get through the Brixton Design Trail Spotify list.
The Cool Notes. Woh!
This led to a joyous evening of early 80s Brit Funk.
My reading companion was a localgov planning report.
Phew. Rock 'n' Roll.