It's A Hard Act To Follow

And bizarrely, it is me...anyway.
Back to normal.

I am finding it increasingly hard to get out of bed in the mornings as the Christmas break approaches. I'm impressed with myself- it only took six months of working 9-5 for this to start.
This morning I left getting up until the dangerously late time of 8am, and only just scrabbled through the door of the office at 9am.
It was a close run thing, but I made it, albeit by missing breakfast and forgetting to water the carnivorous plants.

Bit of a scare this morning - a gas leak evacuation of the office, and because of the fear of using anything electrical, it took the form of people walking around shouting, 'Everybody get out for an hour or so!'.

In the end, my fears from yesterday (when someone first reported smelling gas in our kitchen) were confirmed.

No gas.

Someone had spilled washing-up liquid on a worksurface and left it, and this, combined with our resident "gourmet" keeping horsemeat and french cheese in the fridge, creates a smell not totally unlike gas, if you really use your imagination.

But still. With the hour off I had time to squeeze in a light breakfast at Erol's...