Work Avoidance

Busy old week, so it was. And for some unknown reason I volunteered myself to do a talk about my job tomorrow, to all the people at work. Oh what a breeeeeze thought I, until now.... as the time runs out. Blank mind, a sudden compulsion to watch programmes on TV about slightly camp ghost-hunting 'sensitives' and bald women, thinking of a name for the big hairy spider that has turned up in the living room (Godrey, Lula perhaps...). Anything but a presentation on my job. Goddammit!

On a plus note, have booked my train tickets for the Cheltenham Cheese Festival, with Shaggy. There's a lot of good cheese in this fair land, but I'm going to do my darndest to eat it all... vive le cheese people!!