Saturday

Up at 5am, thanks to a crowd of evil cats screaming like banshees in the gale force winds and rain - winding the dogs up and making them bark hysterically.

Couldn't sleep anyway - even the Literary Mogodon of my least favourite Conan Doyle failed to send me off.

Had a truly awful day yesterday - to cap off a horrible week and looking towards a pretty shit weekend. Had several issues at work come up that got me very close to handing in my notice a couple of times including something on Friday that could have escalated out of control and ended up career ending. All, of course - problems created by other people through thoughtlessness, careless and malice. I'm now REALLY behind with work, short of cash and pretty tired, stressed and pissed off.

There are some bright sparks - the first faint rumblings of 'Coulson knew all along' in the papers ( just lynch the fucker now and be done with it ) and potentially one nice day next week before it gets cold again.

Oddly - I did have a strange dream last night about moving furniture around the college by myself, some vast Sysiphean task that never seemed to end - hulking huge desks and tables around a 4 storey building for ever. Perhaps that's not so odd after all.

Some things are actually going pretty well at work - some are not - the 'not' stuff will eventually resolve itself with time - but the 'here and now' is quite grim... I've already started planning next year.

There is a thing on BBC News 24 about people in very poor private rental acomodation - a young girl is bleating about the house she is renting in Accrington - it looks nicer than mine, she's obviously not paying the rent. It would look a lot better if she got off her arse and cleaned it. She lives in squalor - but is fully furnished and has a fucking piano!. Perhaps if she picked up all the children's clothes off the floor there might be more space.