Two sleeps until Doctor Who!!!
(Not counting afternoon naps. Of which there may be one or two...)
Just been told I can go home at 2:00pm today.
Yippee! The hols start here!
You know those moments where you're listening to an old episode of I'm Sorry, I Haven't a Clue and you hear a variation of a joke you told your wife over the weekend, which you found very very funny at the time but now all you can do is groan?
Yeah, maybe I'm a bit closer to understanding something about why Sarah doesn't find my jokes funny...
(For the record, my version of it went, roughly, "so, I looked at the Christmas tree, and underneath were loads of wrapped parcels, but when I went to pick them up they were all etheral and phantom-like. Turns out they were the ghosts of Christmas presents." Ker-tish.)