What a day. And go me. Go me a lot.

[ailbhe]

Arrive at office shortly before 8, smartly dressed for meeting with electricity supplier people. Check a few things, leave a note to get someone to check a few things when the work day starts at 08:30, get into car with the boss. Sit in uncomfortable passenger seat for 3 hours wondering whether the boss has had enough sleep in the past month to be a safe driver. Discover that one can't quit smoking two days before getting into a car with a cigar smoker for three hours. Arrive at supplier meeting, which turns into brangle, which is turned out of brangle, which eventually results in us looking foolish, unprepared and ill informed, but willing. Thank goodness we're the customer in this case.

After two and a bit hours of meeting, climb back into car. Drive to motorway and thence to services, where we stop to eat, rehydrate, and I buy cigarettes. Climb back into car. Arrive back at office at 16:00.

Start making inroads into the full day's work that was undone since 08:30; discover that darling coworkers - now darling "my team", as I'm their leader as well as my old job - have kept abreast of all but the most urgent and complicated issues, which I am really the only person who can deal with. (You'll have to install the grammar yourself, I'm tiiiiired).

Leave work shortly after 19:00, go to dancing partner's flat, have blissful shower and emergency pizza (for which many thanks, Mike, and I really do mean to repay you one year...)

Go to dance lesson and fail to learn how to swivel hips for cha-cha, or lunge backwards over partner's arm for tango. More or less remember the waltz, and successfully resist falling asleep to its comfortingly familiar steps because am too tired to do them properly.

End of lesson. Go to find coat. See woman take medium-long black coat from hanger near mine, think nothing of it, realise that silly woman can't tell difference between her own coat (quite nice, moderately fitted, larger, better fabric, gloves in pockets) and mine (respectable but hardly nice, not fitted, smaller, nasty fabric, cigarettes in much smaller pockets).

Dancing partner in role of knight in shining armour again drapes trenchcoat over my shoulders and I walk to Burger King feeling like a vaguely sinister movie character. Order small burger, wait for Rob to arrive, eat, Rob brings leather jacket, we all go home.

Drink huge amount of warm milk. Sleep.