pmsumner

Getting up at 0630 for the past 2 weeks has just about killed me. It's not been helped by the joyous situation at work of it being the busiest few days ever and only 2 of us there, in the middle of everybody in the office trying to pack up the place before moving commences at 5pm tomorrow. GAH. And we haven't even started, we've not had any time at all to get packing.

I'm not at all overjoyed to be going down to London again this weekend. I'm exhausted and will be exhausted again tomorrow, and plan to be driving until somewhere around 11pm. However apparently it shall all be worthwhile.

I got a message today (which was left on Tuesday, goes to show how often I check my landline voicemail) from the garage asking me to call them. Wonder why...