So as not to frighten any one you can't see the special end that fits on the brush!

Now we are into August, this is generally time where we have the silly season stuff at work. The Europeans have all gone on holiday, the people in the UK just are not that interested, the rest of the world doesn’t know about us – so what’s to worry about? Well when you’re a grumpy old man like me you just have to get on with things, what is there to get on with I hear you ask? Well there is the planning stage, the run amok with a very blunt Cheese Grater stage and the reflective stage.

Today was the first day of several weekend days that will be worked this month, it’s just as well I was working from my local office – had I been at the other office then many of the Muppets would have died a slow and painful death. I know that I’ve already said that I’m turning into a grumpy old man, but even grumpy old men have their limits. And today they were tested, I was forced to deal with several dozen muppets that shouldn’t be allowed near a computer system ever again!

The day started at 04:45 with the melodic alarm gently rousing me from my slumbers, followed by a cup of tea and a quick drive to the local office via a Macdonalds. On site just a couple of minutes after 05:30, at 06:00 my first task of the day followed by several more to take me to 08:00. Then I had a large gap in my tasks almost 5 hours, so what better chance to catch up with some of the jobs that require your undivided attention. Well it just wasn’t to be, I find it hard to imagine that the author of a 95 page document detailing every individual task relating to the work could miss so much out.

Still it’s the silly season now and the muppets that were involved in the days work actually took care to participate fully, it seems on reflection that it was the only thing that they took care with. Apparently my last task was scheduled for 13:00, at 18:32 I finally got to action the task and head off home – after 13 hours on site. Had I been at the right site I could probably have waved the Cheese Grater around menacingly and persuaded people to get a bloody move on, but I might have had to use it on someone to force the issue.