March was a bit of a hell month. Work was all about getting 15-odd people over the line by the 31st, getting the hang of a new boss and not going completely mental in the process. Weekends were all about a gajillion actvities, obligations and chores, and not going completely mental in the process.
The last half of the month, I hardly saw Sweeney, except to bark orders and wrangle him into yet another direction he wasn't too fussed on.
The last half of the month, I hardly saw Sweeney, except to bark orders and wrangle him into yet another direction he wasn't too fussed on.
To head off the madness, a clutch of us skedaddled over the hill for the weekend.
A spot of nature, delicious drinks, fabulous cheese, lots of swearing-because-we'd-all-ditched-the-children, possibly some dancing to Jose Feliciano, the pleasure of hanging out with the finest company about.
And now back to normal transmission ...
3 comments:
Oh how fantastic, a grownups weekend, what I would give for one of those right now. Sadly it's not my *turn*.
Definitely a good place to go. I Hope you wrapped up warm and ate well.
sounds like a fun, but relaxing day!
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