Not my usual type of post. General observations about growing older in the workplace following a rise in the retirement age (again).
Another week has just begun, and hopefully it won't end with another 3 hour commute.
The week drags by as though it's reluctant to finish, yet the time I crave (the weekend) goes by as though someone gave it an unhealthy dose of amphetamine. It's so so wrong!
My phone rang, it was Amazon deliveries, NOT the company I wanted to hear from...though Chris Evans DVDs aren't to be sneezed at.
I have to get a new machine, but I have no idea what. I have specific needs, but reducing it to a list hasn't helped.
Writing, the weekend and work, all these things have a dramatic impact on my life. Here's how they were this week.
It's likely going to get me lynched, but films (and the liking of them) is a personal thing, so here goes nothing...