Back in the saddle

... and mighty uncomfortable it is too, since saddles are meant for butts not backs. Boom boom! Ah yes, the old jokes are best.

In Rose Street again for the first time in I don't know how many weeks, it's been at least 10 working days since I was last here to work (though honesty compels me to admit that I am not actually working yet). Starting in quite slowly with blogging and blogreading and general timewastery.

In my absence, the office has been used (I infer) by G half-time and by U semi-rarely as usual, with the exception of last week when the 15-year-old daughter of a colleague was here for a Practical Work Experience session, during which she built a model of the office's only ongoing project. So the office has been inhabited by 2.2 people per day last week, and 1.2 per day on the week before. I leave as an exercise for the reader to determine from the stack of 20 (twenty) dirty coffee cups in the kitchen, when somebody last did the dishes here, and for bonus points: who that person most likely was.