Hmph.

Do you know what the highlight of my working day is?

Probably not, but you want to know right?

Probably not, but sod it - I'm telling you anyway.


The highlight of my working day is arriving at work to find that the old lady that washes the spoons (or the 'Refreshment Officer' if I'm to be correct) has actually washed the spoons. The small effort required to wash a spoon before making my caffeine re-humanisation drink is enough to make or break my entire day.

I suspect I'm therefore in a rut.

However it is a paying rut, so it's a rut that I'll continue to furrow until this country has an economy again.

I feel rutted.