Its Monday morning and I’m back at work. After a weekend of work. Luckily though, thanks to an enlightened employer and t’internet I didn’t have to come in to the office.
I spent most of the weekend in the far south, picking up SWMBO from her dog sitting gig. It wasn’t all happy families and rambles though. After his family’s triumphant return from holiday the international man of tax and I found ourselves in the village pub, where a few soothing ales were consumed.
This, of course, improved my culinary skills enough that I managed a virtuoso performance on the barbecue to produce some quite nice, not too burnt, meat for dinner.
Which was only a precursor to another day wrestling with data files.