I’ll be glad, as my grandfather used to say, when I’ve had enough. Of what? I hear you ask. You could probably take your pick of a number of things ranging from a non-stop day at work; the effort taken to not resort to blatant sarcasm with stubborn customers; or of seeing people I care for having a rough time. As of the time of writing, let’s just go with 2016 as an arbitrary measurement of sidereal time. It was with no small amount of amusement that I noted today’s date and thought: “Yay! We’re over halfway through until this year’s done and dusted!”
Surely, you say, this would have been a better post to write on June 28th (the 179th day of the year), rather than the 222nd? Well, I’ve been a bit busy, and don’t call me Shirley. I’ve just had to explain that reference to Lady M, but to be fair she has just taken some very strong painkillers. I’m just letting off steam; I figure I’ve earned it and seeing as I have my own soapbox I might as well use it. Lady M has also graciously volunteered me another in the form of contributor rights on her TWITT blog, and so you can expect some rather more pithily targeted observations over there from time to time as well.
What’s the worst that could happen, right?