Invisible Man In my defence, Officer… everyone else was doing it

No, really.

I guess, if I had to blog – and I will, because the alternative is work – I would say that my life continues to be unreservedly awesome.

We interrupt this blog because somebody also called tom saunders wants to follow me on twitter. I don’t think I shall. He looks a bit of a twat, with his head in a box.

It being past midnight now, I went an entire calendar day without seeing Elizabeth. She’s in Newcastle, you see. The last time I didn’t see her in a day … well, she was in Newcastle again, about six weeks ago. I’m a little surprised we* can tolerate each other’s** company so often.

(Okay. *she and **my)

Work is good, when I can be bothered to get stuck into it. Many projects, many balancing acts. It’d be nice to knock some over soon.

Sooooooo looking forward to my Port Douglas holiday. I sometimes wish I’d gone to Sweden, but IBM really stopped that.

Speaking of the big blue, I don’t really know how I feel about starting there. Exciting new opportunity, for sure, but not quite as much fun as what I’ve got right now.

We shall see.