Er.... Dill the Dog time again. Monst heads to inspect a prospective school for Cal, is battering her head against a brick wall (decent school = no places), I'm not much help because when the action goes down I'm at work and people keep wanting help (perish the thought!). Today it's one of the nice folk from the NVQ course with a referencing query. Feel like I'm chasing my tail all the time, not helped by the need to be where the boy is, when the boy is, as the other problem Monst has tomorrow is the need to head norf for Margaret's funeral. Fling into the mix a corporate induction and the final sorting of the Blackberries. We lose one off the PCTs bill as I swap handsets with Sally's old handset (not straightforward and a key delay is the need to get it to IT at the other end of town first - which we slot in on the way to Lace, it's kinda on the way if you're a drunken spider).
Recruit seems to be coming towards some sort of conclusion. Mail Sally to keep her abreast of events. Feel kinda crappy about it all but I guess that's another story.
D-day for me, so that's pleasant. Listen to bits of
Hitchcock,
Chumbawamba,
Isobel Campbell. The footie tickets arrive too so that too cheers me up. Cal meanwhile complains of a sore stomach, less good, may leave me at home tomorrow minding him and trying to work as Monst does her stuff and heads to the funeral.
