I have no idea what the space time continuum is, but it sounds like something that could explain why my days are currently 43.5 hours long. Well….that’s what they feel like anyway.
I’m winding down at work in time for holiday next week. Having been uber productive and finished all I was supposed to, I now find myself getting involved in discussions such as “Where IS that image for our exotic chutney on site” along with other gems “Why does the new office smell like manure” (a question that prompted a less-than-healthy debate on the finer points of paint, carpet glue and mould) and my personal favourite “If someone came into work with a bogey on their lip, would you tell them?”.
The prospect of a brand spanking new leather bed is also not very conducive to working.
Ho hum…the clock ticks…11:11….
