opera seria and the ability to make you feel like slashing your wrists – Romeo and Juliet by the little known (to me anyway) Niccolo Vaccai. Oddly given the whinges I’ve had about perfectly normal English English words being missing from the spellchecker it does appear to have Niccolo. Huh?

Okay

Now I talked to Lorraine yesterday and I’d pretty much worked out what I wanted to talk about today. Of course that was yesterday and, while I’ve 100% recollection of having the conversation, I’ve about a 0% recollection of what I decided. Senior moment… Mind you I was phoned last week in the afternoon by someone who asked when our meeting was as his daughter and business partner hadn’t put it in the diary, for me to state that it was the morning a few hours before he’d phoned! I christened this a junior moment as she’s in her twenties. So it’s not just me.

Daughter’s in the country.

Back from the Dominican Republic (lucky !#!#) so goes from Heathrow to London via home – to drop off her big suitcase and have a shower. That’s about 150 miles (240 km) out of her way but far be it for me to comment (I do so need emojis). I generally try to keep particularly network-y weeks away from particularly work-y weeks because if they start to encroach you can end up getting resentful and flustered. But this generally works just as long as people fulfill their end of the bargain (and vice versa – I’m not going to lie) so a goodly proportion of the time it does break down. Like this week – when some pretty urgent open-ended get it sorted type of work turns up when you’re already working several other tasks to deadlines.

Fair dos to the client – they’ve tried very hard, but

• we’ve migrated their system from a desktop to the cloud-based version of the product,
• because of a system malfunction some data needed re-inputting and it’s overlapped with what was already there,
• we’ve now got direct bank feeds into the cloud-based system but it didn’t go all the way back over the missing data period so some has had to be redone by hand,
• my glamorous assistant (I’m looking forward to her expression when she reads this) is, for family reasons, having to deal with “stuff” for elderly mother
• so it’s roll my sleeves up and work in the cracks between all the appointments.

Who needs a personal life??? But the taxi business will probably be needed. Because Die Tochter will need collecting from somewhere and dropping somewhere – undoubtedly. Sales and marketing guru/director and chauffeur – long title but there it is. And unpaid of course… Her mother texted her asking whether she was coming back tomorrow or Saturday. To be told she’ll be back today and she’s going back to London on Saturday. I suppose it saves the cost of a couple of nights’ stay at the expense of one of us bailing out at time as yet unspecified to collect from the station. So that’s all right then. Hey?

But at least it’s sunny

After a cloudy, dull, miserable few weeks we’ve actually got some sunshine – pretty cool temperatures overnight but can’t have everything. So making sure I do get my walk and get the sun on hands and face – helps build the vitamin D and staves off depression if my researches are correct. Still doesn’t mean the employees in the business park remember where their smile muscles are but can’t have everything. What? Can’t remember whether I’ve blogged about this before – but lots of them take avoiding eye contact or developing a sudden interest in their own shoes to Olympic levels! I’ve not had an afternoon nap this week so far and it looks like I’ve an hour before putting the chauffeur hat on so it’s down to tossing a coin – work or nap, work or nap? And that assumes I’ve finished this post. Sigh. [caption id="attachment_4300" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Where’d you want to go guv?[/caption]]]>