Apparently June is the month for the European Monsoon, which explains why it was raining so hard today and why the weathermen have suddenly become so doom-and-gloom.
I should probably have started with an explanation for why I haven't posted in a while. I've been in Scotland, staying with my family and eating too much. I got back last night, but was far too tired (and distracted by Doctor Who) to blog.
Tonight I'm also exhausted, but this time it's because I was almost one of the only two people in the Register at work today. This wouldn't have been such a big deal if one of us was a production person, but alas, we weren't (although I did have to break out MS Paint again. I get the job done, one pixel at a time) and mild panic ensued. It turns out that the calendar has been somehow messed up, which explains why I was working two Sundays in a row. Thankfully, we were able to radio for backup, and the day was saved.
I am, however, utterly paranoid that Thatcher is going to die any minute. Journalistic sources say she's on her last legs. We have everything (mostly) ready to commemorate her milk-snatching career, but I'd rather we got to deal with it when plenty of us are in!
Therefore, for now I am going to boil my Scottish adventures down to a single picture so I can go to bed. Carrot cake:
|Probably the best cake in the world|