liadnan

I cut off work early for the sake of an hour and a half's "continuing professional development" (4 hours down quite a few more to go), which was quite interesting to me, but almost certainly dull if not incomprehensible to almost all of you: about challenging trustees' decisions if anyone cares even that much.

Ah, but it's at this time of year I remember precisely why I expend a quite horrendous proportion of my income to live in a shoebox in Primrose Hill rather than a smaller amount for a larger flat almost anywhere else. It's almost silent outside, apart from the birds, the window's open and the air smells almost clean.

Also I've opened a bottle of retsina. Sadly, being in a good mood, I've run out of things to say, so I shan't say them.