Small wants a new nickname. Tim has been trying to persuade him that we could call him Yoda (he does have this habit of saying things like “Strange is it” you see) while when I went up to kiss him goodnight, he told me he wanted to be called Shrek instead. I tried to tell him that Yoda was really cool, but I don’t think he was falling for it.
Journey to work more horrid than ever – kind ppl had attempted to liven up the scenery by decorating the inside lane with stationary lorries, bent and dented cars, and then a whole row of white and blue ones with flashing lights, but it really didn’t work for me, even though I had plenty of time to admire it. Only an hour and 40 to cover the 44 miles – small mercy being that it was a kids at home day. They’ve reorganised the lanes (again) but I’m hopeful that tomorrow that might actually work in our favour. I can live in hope.
Surreal is us at work, with the development manager suggesting a course of action that I requested over a year ago, and acting like it had only just occurred to him. Maybe it had. Hohum. Stayed late to miss the traffic and get ahead of my hours – still home in time to goodnight kisses though (see above).
And now I’ve eaten, watched Numb3rs, lost at scrabulous (again) and about to have a last cup of tea before heading off to bed.
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