Some pesky policy publishing across a number of school sites to start off Thursday morning.
Conversations about site architecture are best not carried out online.
Confusion…
I had some equally fiddly work shifts that needed some focus.
It seems that there is always a tree being chopped down every minute out in the estuary wilds. This made concentration particularly difficult.
If a tree is chopped down out in the estuary wilds and no one gets any work done, does this mean that the work didn’t happen?
Um, not quite…
Hootsuite was a right bloody pain throughout the day. Online security is everything. But the different layers of security did my nut in.
Digging in the crates via Caught by the River put a smile on my face.
I know nothing of Theodore Sturgeon, except that this is the kind of song that you should listen to each day, and preferably as loud as possible.
Time passed on, work shifts speeded by.
I had little thought for little else.
The kittens had some kitten time, but not nearly enough.
I had a train to catch early evening, all the way up to North Norfolk for some time with my parents.
I plan to play them some Theodore Sturgeon.