I have the reliable volunteer in today to tackle the huge pile of crap I have acumulatesd in my in-tray. The flaky volunteer was suposed to come in once a week but didn't turn up for over a month, hence the paper mountain.
I ventured to the untill now unexplored Crouch end for a drink with Ding and the overly inlove couple who at one point had to be told to get a room. It was nice to not be at home watching crap telly on a Sunday eveing. Although I actualy spent longe traveling too and from the pub than I did in it. still it gave me a chance to get stuck into my new book.