Well, weekend is officially over now and I'm back at my desk. Spent most of the weekend (which was pretty good weather, fyi) hunting for consolodation loans that don't make you sign some kind of Faustian deal for the rest of eternity and writing what is turning out to be the very angsty follow up to Alone All Along. I also seem to have done something bad to my big toe, I don't know how or what but it's all sorts of interesting colours now and hurts like hell.

Saturday was the gala day in my village and I usually go to show some kind of community spirit but completely forgot all about it this year until I heard the sound of bagpipes drifting up from the glen. Ah well, just as well I didn't go, the villagers would probably want to lynch me for the state of my garden... *grin*

Okey dokey, now to tackle the pile of crap sitting on my desk now - why is it, when I'm away from the office for even a little while, everyone seems to think my desk is the dumping ground for all the stuff they don't know what else to do with? ::sigh::