Tramp envy

On my way into work this morning, there was a little old man sat up against a wall, making lists and giggling to himself.

As I fight my way through this feature, I envy him. His lists only have to please himself. Trying to enthuse, entertain and inform 28,000 property people a week seems like hard work on a Monday morning.

caffiene-fuelled

Any oddness today (or for the rest of the week) can be explained by the fact I was up to the wee small hours last night helping Lorna with the closing stages of PhD thesis writing. This is likely to continue for the rest of the week, so please excuse any sleep-deprived ramblings that develop.