Damn but this is unpleasant weather. What purpose does it serve? Who thought this was a good idea?
Weatherpersons who describe this oppressive heat as ‘glorious summer’ should be made to work in an unventilated non-air-conditioned office at 30 degrees celcius all day long like me.
Then they’d understand the truth. This weather stinks.
You lie on your beach if you want to. You turn yourself into a leather walnut if you like. I’ve got things to do, and this weather is not helping.
If it weren’t for the dire state of their economy, their prediliction for unsavoury offal-based comestibles, the significant risk of being killed by sudden unexpected pyroclastic flow, their impenetrable language and LazyTown I’d move the family to Iceland.
Okay, that’s the weather sorted.
Now will somebody please give me a deadline. I’m begging for one. Having the CBBC compo deadline worked for me. Focussed the mind. Now I’m kind of floating along with three projects, none of which have hard deadlines.
Don’t get me wrong. They all have clearly defined ‘next’ tasks. I know what I need to do. It’s just that…well, I need targets, objectives.
I’m going to have to set myself some deadlines. I can see that.
Hm. Perhaps I ought to wait until after this Saturday’s Adrian Mead seminar. I suspect I’ll come out of that with a metaphorical rocket up my fundament and a very clear idea of what the hell I ought to be doing, and by when.
Yes, that’s a plan. Prepare for Saturday. Set objectives thereafter.
Bonus: just found out that the esteemed David Bishop will be attending on Saturday. I’m looking forward to putting a face to the winklepickers.
