Buggerit

So, remember this?

Today it's even deeper. But sadly I am housebound. I think I may have bird flu.
So you won't get any photos.
And work won't get any me either.

This is doubly a pain because I was meant to have an actual job interview today, which I am now going to cry off. And then immediately afterwards I was going to go to the really big Topman at Oxford Circus and hunt for jeans that fit. I need some badly because one of the two pairs that are not ripped or in some other way inappropriate for work ripped across the knee last week, and therefore I have one pair of work trousers. And then I had an another interview, but this time one that I would be conducting, so I'll have to cancel that too.

I am going back to bed soon.

Pottering about ... thoughts on the day

So, I'm half working from home and half taking a day off sick. It's not bad. Just watched an old episode of Robin of Sherwood, which popped up completely randomly on ITV3 just now. It was quite fun, a pleasant early-80s romp with a soundtrack that sounded like someone shut Enya in a room with twenty synthesisers ... which is in fact what happened. It was certainly better than that half-arsed Robin Hood tosh the BBC put out last year. And good to see Jonathan Rhys-Davies playing a king ... again.

Is it just me or is this practice of squidging the closing credits of a show into the corner so that the network can trail its forthcoming attractions deeply disrespectful to the makers of the programme. It's doubly annoying for me when the show has had a cute boy in it whose name I want to know.

The latest Ambulance Chasers Direct advert has a woman in it who sues for compensation after tripping over some discarded plastic tape - the kind you use to secure parcels - in a packing warehouse while ... here's the rub ... wearing high-heeled shoes. In a warehouse. I've never had the gross misfortune to have to call on these immoral legal vultures, but if blatant disregard for health and safety counts for anything, surely she wouldn't have got a penny? Legal peoples?

The snow is slowly melting. Certainly out on the street it's a sludgy mess and all the cars' windscreens have been cleared by kids making snowballs. I'm not sure if the schools round here are actually closed, this isn't Wales, after all, but everybody seems to be treating it as an excuse to stay home. Certainly it's a bad day to be a burglar round here.

The back garden still looks pretty though, although the woman downstairs just came out to put out seed for the birds - I think she's trying to attract tits and robins and such, but she seems to be attracting mainly pigeons - and now there are footprints everywhere. I know it's actually her garden but I can't help but feel vaguely annoyed. I heard her talking to some eejit salesman at the door the other night, and from the tone of her voice I think she must be a teacher.

I'm very sore I missed the agency interview this morning. Less so about the corporate interview I was to do for work, because it was about storage, and I know the guy would just have droned on about SCSI for twenty minutes before letting me get a question in. Also, tube permitting, it might have been nice to see London in the snows.

I'm thinking of making a sandwich soon.