Seachain an duine a bhíonn ina thost

I have just completed Form 288a: appointment of director or secretary, effectively signing my life away to that mythical beast, Undeb Trading, Cyf. Is this really a good idea?

Why has everyone suddenly decided they're not interested in clothes anymore? Are people getting carried away now it has finally stopped raining? Five of Sam's friends and twelve of my friends "removed "clothes" from their interests" according to Facebook. I wish I had listed clothes in the first place so I could remove them in solidarity. And yes, I am aware that hasn't quite come out the way I intended it to.

Huzzah, my BT internet has finally arrived and now here I am sipping on my G&T (sans bouillon) and eating strawberries. I'm not sure Ian will be able to handle our sophistication.

And here we go again. Today is officially the first day of my second term in office. It's daunting.

The new start has been heralded by the arrival of my Service Level Agreement from the University, which we could almost claim is an entire year late since we didn't get sent one last year. Unfortunately I am now (well, once I sign it) actually bound to do some work. Good thing I'm so naturally diligent really.

I have also finally got a new office phone, one whose battery will hopefully last longer than one phone conversation. My final challenge with the old phone before decommissioning it is to listen to all the voicemail messages on it; the battery consistently dies whenever I try to do that so I've got eight people around the country thinking I'm incompetent and rude for not replying to their messages. Oh well.