Workwise, that is. I am getting busy and actually, I rather like it.
As this is my last day before a week off, I am in close-down mode. That means as many small loose threads as possible being closed, and any larger pieces that will overrun being put in good shape for some kind of handover. Standard process, you need to appear to the outside world like the cover and handover is seamless, but those of us on the inside know that in truth there is always issues in any handover, and no-one can really fully pickup another person's work. Having said that, we will try.
I am really looking forward to the week away. I will get some fishing in - always a pleasure - and we will of course spend some time together as a family, and will be visiting some interesting places.
I am on a conference call just now with some, let's call him Steve, and it turns out that Steve and his wife are taking their newish caravan and their very new Q5 to a site just north of York. It seems almost inevitable that we will bump in to each other at some stage.
We had some problem with LO's car in the week, when a load of hair started hanging out of the exhaust. At first we thought it was a covert Barbie mission gone wrong, but it turns out to be the damping material, horse hair often, for the exhaust silencer. It is now at the garage, and bits have failed, and the garage is putting it right, for a price that is not too bad considering the age of the old girl, and the fact that the exhaust has been sounding a bit throaty for a while.
This means that LO has my car, which means all the carefully crafted plans for me to get the top box fitted and the car partially packed have gone south, meaning that this evening will be exceedingly busy.
Yesterday afternoon, there was some extreme weather, and at one point there was an almighty lightening crack, so load and intense I thought one of our ceiling lights had spectacularly exploded. It turns out, when I did the school run, that it hit a local house, about 200m from my home office. Not a great picture, but you can see where it hit the chimney, which presumably had a TV aerial attached until don't-know-how-many-thousands-of-volts decided to use it to get to earth. I imagine that the occupants of the house, if they were present, had a much bigger shock than I did. This house is across the green from Maggot 2's school, and it was the talk of the school most of the afternoon apparently.
Other than that, all is good. Have a great weekend, and speak in a week or two (depending on whether I am able and willing to blog remotely).