Perhaps it’s spring.

Up, sit, breakfast, H out, fonticize, struggle with PHP, in to Walker.

Maisying.

Lasagne, and extolling the virtues of the newly-privatized canteen.

More Maisying. Some scurrilous talk. General hysteria (there’s been a lot of that – creative energy spilling around. Perhaps it’s spring. Anyway, we should use it properly while it’s there).

Home.

Do some bits and pieces on the computer.

Sausage and chips for dinner.

More stuff.

Bed.