Little to report, I've been very busy trying to recruit people for my latest business venture. No success so far but it's only been three days. I've also been doing a spot of writing in exchange for actual money. I'm pleased to report that one of pieces made a man cry. Can you imagine? Anyway he reckons he's going to tell all his chums about me so that I can make them cry too.
I've also been attending meetings again with work. I was introduced to a councillor (not Terry Kelly). Well I say introduced but she was rather drunk the last time we met -though given the amount of time she spent hanging off me, I'm slightly miffed that she doesn't remember me. I thought we were friends. It's not often I'm lost for words but after being introduced to the councillor she asked me about my work, I managed to respond without screaming and got the oddest reply I've ever had to anything I've ever said. All I did was explain a few minor problems we were having with the council to which she replied 'you stitch the blanket and I'll get it out there'. What bloody blanket? My job has never involved blankets -not even when I'm acting the goat. Not that I or my colleagues get much chance to act the goat now that the laughter ban has been imposed.
That's all. That's it. That's where I've been since last time I dropped by. Do leave something cheerful in the comments.