Sorry I've not posted much but I'm being persecuted at work, so much so that refugees have started to pity me and bring me food, offer me raki and invite me to their homes.
I shall not bore you with the details. Suffice to say there are too many women and one grovelling rapist scumbag working in the office, which upsets me greatly. There are no men in my office. It's only saving grace is the funniest double act in the history of comedy, who rule the admin section and selected clients.
On a happier note I'm substituting the Dickensian horror of Glasgow's exotic east end/centre, for the matronly arms of snooty, old Edinburgh tomorrow. Only for a day though, then I'll be back to scraping the roadkill of successive wicked government policies off the road, which is how I now describe my job. Yes someone has proposed overtime for the weekend, it's not compulsory. Ha fucking ha!