Today's not been a good day. Jobsworth wanted a word just before I left the office last night, and gave me what he called a 'wake up call': shape up or...So my sole motivation for going in to work this morning, was to report him for harassment. That done, I called in sick and left. I'm not going in tomorrow, either. I can't because I've got the gasman coming round to check the geyser -- it's something the gas company insist on every year. I may go back in again on Thursday. I probably will. But at the moment, just thinking about it makes my stomach turn.
I almost forgot: today is/was Manasse's first birthday, too! Poor love, I didn't do anything to mark the occasion...