Got to bed shortly after the last post (I made vegetable rice for Jus, since I already had cooked rice and a packet of vegetable soup mix in the cupboard - yeah, so I use soup mix to cook with occasionally, got a problem with that?) and read a couple of chapters of Diana Wynne Jones' Deep Secret, which seems really good so far, and then fell asleep. So asleep I didn't really notice Jus grabbing a quilt and going to sit on the loo for several hours, poor baby - his bug is now manifesting as some kind of gastrointestinal distress. I tried to persuade him he was far too ill to go to work today, never mind that he's probably infectious and therefore irresponsible for going ("BUSINESS ISP INCAPACITATED BY TUMMY GROT" - I can see it in TheRegister already); reason eventually prevailed, somehow, probably due to reasoning that Leicester is 30 minutes minimum from here, and his loo break frequency is such that ... ye gods, my mind has just started chanting "Nyquist sampling theorem" at me, and I did so not need to think about that.
Anyway. Englishification/combat strategy mail to Vadim: check. Tea: check. Fags: check. Shopping: pending. Book reading: pending. reparo stuff: pending. Procrastination: deferred to end of week.
*drums fingers and waits for documents from Ana*
Oh, good news: Pipemedia's Christmas rota is now known, and Jus isn't duty boy over the holidays, so, barring anything else, we may well be able to get up to Manchester for Matt's NYE party! *bingle*
happy
reparo stuff: pending. Procrastination: deferred to end of week.