So, what's new?
I just caught a glimpse of my reflection and realised that I'm currently sporting the hair of a Victorian scullery maid.
It's longer than it should be at the back (blame lockdown, but also me for not going to the hairdresser yet) and then it's also flat from where I've been wearing a baseball cap all day. The result of flattening it, is that it's gone sort of straight and tight, as though it's been pulled back into a bob - only the bob isn't a tied bob, it's just the natural way my scruffy hair has fallen at the back of my head.
There ought to be a master of the house I'm curtseying for while he sternly replaces the miniatures and ornaments to their neatly arranged plinths and pillars before tutting about the state of the antimacassars on the back of the stiff velvet upholstery.
What else is new? I recovered. My arm's still a bit sore, and I had to navigate Borg HQ to register the afternoon I took off sick. It seems you need two degrees and an enchanted map - just to find the bit of the system where you do that. In the end, I had to contact HR who basically told me it was easier for them to do it for me.
I raised an eyebrow at that. When booking absence and registering expenses are the two most difficult things to do in your personnel system, it might not be a coincidence.
What else? Not much. I've worked out that a single heaped teaspoon of Ceylon tea tastes best with a 90 second brewing time... That's been a process of trial and error. I'd show you the spreadsheet, but I doubt you'd all be interested. Don't judge, tea-people: I am allowed to like weak tea. I like it to pour golden from the pot and be nearly transparent when it splashes into the cup.
Other than that, it's just on with the duties - the polishing and the dusting and the stiff-armed wringing through the mangle. Oh and I should probably get a haircut.
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