Dear Diary

[waitingman]

Okay... okay... So, something other than just token photos from the Flickr page

Current rumour, unfounded opinion & just plain scuttlebutt has it that my employers will close the doors of my branch at the end of the financial year. They haven't said anything about it, but it's an open secret that they've tried to sell it off to competitors & any other vaguely interested parties in the last few months & have had no takers

It would be a relief, but it will be annoying as L-SP & I have just booked our flights to & from the U.S. for September & it would be nice to have even the less-than-ample income this job provides up to the departure point. But as L-SP says... "We'll deal..."

Eliot the Time-Share Cat has begun spending more time inside WaitingManor as the weather turns colder. Her favourite routine involves coming into the computer room when I'm having my last, late-night potter around the 'net, jumping demanding to be lifted onto my lap, falling asleep on it, then claiming my chair when I go to bed. Then coming to our bed at about 2am, usually by climbing on top of me, tenderising whichever body part she wants to sleep on with her claws & complaining every time I want to roll over. Then, at about 4am, she lets me know it's time to let her out. Then, at about 5.30am, she bangs & yowls at the door to let me know it's time for first breakfast. Second breakfast is usually demanded just as I'm trying to get out the door & head to work... for a rest

Actually the colder weather means that not only Eliot uses me as a warm resting place, but so does L-SP, leading to my current description of myself as 'A Pillow of Society'

And on that bum note I think I should...