Home Alone

Parents left for two weeks away... somewhere... this morning. Not that it makes a great deal of difference in most things, I spend more time in York now than here. They might not be too thrilled to come back to find I've signed the lease on a flat... but anyone who knows how far I've got with that in the last 3 months probably isn't too worried about that. It does mean I'll have to do all my own washing, ironing and cooking for a couple of weeks. I'll just have to disappoint all of you who are therefore expecting me to turn up crumpled and unfed at work though, I'm pretty capable at all three.

In other news.... well there isn't much other news really. Work is work, and the project is as subject to political manoeuvrings as projects always are. Between the 3 people who think they're in charge and the guy whose sole aim in life at the moment appears to be derailing the whole thing, I'm often going nowhere fast. Still, the infamous "monthending" next week, where I get pulled off the project entirely for 3 days of brain-in-neutral routine. A change is a good as a rest, or so they say.

Oh, and before I forget, a special mention to Pete D, who takes great pleasure in taking the piss out of, well... pretty much everyone, me included. But I don’t care, he’s rubbish at Zookeeper.