Month: February 2003

And one more thing: sitting next to meeting rooms means you’re better placed for excess pastries (post-breakfast meetings) and lunch…

it’s like living with an older woman… So what’s been happening this week? Keith gauges his time by whatever techy projects he’s working on. I remember my weeks by where I’ve eaten – sad I know, but a woman’s place definitely is in the kitchen …or as close to wherever the food’s kept, at least.… Continue reading Nag nag nag nag nag…

Heee-eelp! I can’t breathe under these floorboards… Somebody help me please!

…no, I haven’t murdered Lou and buried her body under the new motorway bridge over the M23 near Banbury. Ahem. She’s just not made any updates in a while. Nag, nag.

That’s what it feels like at the moment. I forsee an interesting few days as various issues are worked out at, erm, work. I fear battle lines may well be drawn – and I’m getting The Fear. Ah well. We had a visitor in the office today – baby Izzy. Having a camera handy, I… Continue reading A rumbling of distant thunder, closing in…