Meetings really are a substitute for work. I have had a week , if not longer, of back to back meetings, which have enabled me to contribute nothing by remaining silent (like yesterday, in a big regional arena), or to contribute hysterical blather (like today, when I blathered on far too much, but ensured people other than me came out with tasks). Either way, I have achieved nothing during working hours. Even working evenings from home is only firefighting coping with email.
Added to that, my daughter got stopped in her ridiculous PT Cruiser today, and got done for darkened front windows, and NO INSURANCE. . M picked up the £900 tab over the phone to allow her to get home from Asda, and daughter will have to cope with her 6 points, the fine, getting a new policy with a default record, and the guilt. I trusted her to be her own adult, and as it turns out she wasn't totally in the wrong: insurance and police may have got their stuff wrong. I bollocked her, M sorted her out. I apologised. Which just goes to show that M and Daughter are far better people than me.
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I shall save you the last of my single malt for when we pop down to see you soon. We can have a drink and a sweary in the kitchen whilst the girls watch telly. Some good may come of it, look what happened after last time we did that!
Good plan, omally. More good is yet to come, though my problem may be harder to crack!
Sod it, I'll bring the Armagnac too then!
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