More rain. Getting a bit sick of it, and winter hasn't kicked in yet.
One of those regular back at Argos dreams last night. Ipswich this time, and they had once again called me in to sort out a serious mess in the stockroom. I did of course, and then refused the job when they offered it to me on a regular basis. But is this case the manager was my old Primary School headmaster Mr Thomas and the person I trained up for the job instead of me was Dr Carter from ER. All very odd.
Today we are mostly stciking timetables together in advance of the big roadside push later this week.