I had a reasonably bad cold last week, and I’m still periodically coughing yeuchhy stuff up very noisily. At its worst, I worked from home, which was actually pretty good — I reckon I got more done at home than I would have done at work, thanks to the tranquility.
Thanks to a contact in the industry I got a quick look around a railway station booking office last week. Conspicuous above one of the internal doorways (facing away from the customer window) was a Jesus Christ. Obviously they need all the help they can get to keep the trains running on time. (But apparently Our Lord had not been pleased that morning, as my train was cancelled.)
I never got around to having a proper housewarming party last year, but have finally organised a “1st anniversary since buying” party for some good friends and relatives. No, I’m not inviting the blogging world at large, sorry. Yes, I am going to have to work very hard in the next fortnight to make the place presentable.
About an hour before the Cats vs Dogs game started, I changed my tip from Dogs to Cats. And boy am I glad I did… they turned out to win by one point. I ended up with 6 tips out of 8 (the Carlton/Essendon draw counts as a point for everybody). As of the end of round 16 I’m top of the tipping ladder by a point to Marita, followed by Rae, so at this rate the ugly trophy may be making a return visit to one of our houses this September.
To my surprise, no unbearable pangs for chocolate… yet.