I hate Mondays
Today started reasonably well. Woke up at 0630 and made first cup of coffee. A quick check online revealed no difficult emails and the good news that a Randinista had been banned for 24 hours for disruptive activity on the WIkipedia; It will just make him worse, but then bans escalate for repeat behaviour. clear overnight email, check Twitter and RSS feed while dawn breaks. The back garden looked wonderful; snow, frost and sun. Sign cheque for son's Geography field trip and settle into bath to finish Mortimer's excellent biography of Edward III (the best place in the world to read is the bath) along with its appendix on the proof that Edward II did not as a result of a red hot poker inserted from the rear in Berkley Castle, but instead lived on in Northern Italy and died naturally. While dressing promise wife that I will go and buy new kitchen lights and fit them this afternoon before I vanish to the US for three weeks at the weekend. Thence to Study, Mahler's 7th Symphony and get on with finishing the new course brochures (of which more tomorrow). From that point on it starts to go badly wrong.
I got back from the