Last day

Walking toward this office this morning it finally hit home that it will be my last day in work for a month. A broad grin suddenly took shape as I went past Minshull Street Crown Court, which may have looked odd as

a) it was chucking it down

b) it's only Wednesday after all, officially the worst working day of the week*

c) no-one smiles at 8 o clock in the morning (expect the local bus loon)



Now if I can only persuade someone in authority to let me have an early dart...












*this has been measured by a team of boffins at some over funded University in Nebraska, probably. My research however is based on me being away for a week - Wednesday is when you wish you were at home the most.