Be thankful none of you will know the hardship of trying to have a good shave around a
cleft chin. I just shaved and am now cut to buggery (21 times!!), but I was rushing, so it beats the few cuts I can't avoid from the cleft. Still, on the plus side, this weeks beard was almost black. I sometimes wished I'd grow slower but more black, but I think quicker and blond/ginger is better because having that wispy black fuzz is a sign of the lower classes, and I'm desperately close to being tarred by the same brush as them as it is. I think I'm currently tarred with the Polish brush though.
Today was an average day. My boss, who is a legend but a total ditz, wasn't in until 12, yet had scheduled four simultaneous meetings at 9am, all with people who had travelled really far,
and, had forgotten to arrange cover for one of her other members of staff (she's head of five including me) who was off today. So, not only was I doing my new job (of
finance jockey) and covering for the absent girl (who is receptionist/post/admin/telephonist, but I then had to deal with four irate Londoners who'd travelled to Manchester for a meeting that was destined not to happen. Still, ~£200 for four days work is nothing to sneeze at. I just pray they give me more days/weeks/months - it's not my fault they can't shut up about how great I am.
The sky is grey and making an elongated voiceless postalveolar fricative as the rain falls onto the clouds floating through the woods at the bottom of the hill.