Blogs: I’m pleased to see that I’m not the only one who is unsure of the etiquette of linking, commenting etc. I would hate to get accused of link whoring or whore linking or whatever (again!).

Trains: Got the train to work today. Bang on time leaving my home station. My connection was bang on time and we arrived at my destination five minutes early. What IS going on ?

Lunch: Just had linguini with queen scallops and clams for lunch, things are looking up.

My old mate Kelvin now has a blog, well done Kelv, like the idea of a recipe of the day!

Spring: The mornings are getting lighter, the rain is getting warmer, there are a few daffodils in my garden, there’s roadkill all over the roads and I got a call from a chap flogging track days yesterday. The best indicator of spring however is the slow steady appearance of that shy nervous creature, the summer motorcyclist. I spotted one yesterday with a very inappropriate dark visor (see below), another was spotted in jeans and a tee shirt . I wonder if we could get David Attenborough to do a documentary.

I was doing a bit of admin last night and needed to print an invoice. I kept getting a message that my printer was out of paper which it clearly wasn’t. Being a computer professional I did all the usual things. Turned the printer off and on again, took the paper out and put it back, closed the spreadsheet and reopened it. Messed about with several combinations of the above. Still out of paper. Gave up in disgust. Then remembered that I’d actually disconnected the printer last week so that I could use the laptop as a laptop. It’s official, I’m too stupid to have a computer.

Third crappy work day of the week and it’s only Wednesday!

My little boy made my mum (his Nana) very happy last night. He’s just come home from a week at his Grandma’s house and kept saying “Me Gaga hou” which translates to “I want to go to Grandma’s house”. Later when my mum rang he grabbed the phone and said “Me Nana hou “ and “Bye bye Nana”. You could hear the pride, and a tear, in my mum’s voice as she said “eeee, ‘es fair coming on int ‘e”, which translates for the non Yorkshire folk out there as “he’s doing very well, isn’t he”. As he’s only two years and a few weeks old I don’t think that we’ll be sending him off to school in a couple of years time with any speaking and listening skills deficiencies. Apart from not being able to shut him up of course.

Just thought I’d like to mention that I’m having a crappy day at work. My second one this week.

My wife and son came home from up north yesterday where they’ve been visiting Grandma and Grandad. It’s amazing how much my little boy has changed in just one week. He seems taller, more like a boy than a toddler. He can now say “green jelly beans” and “thankyou daddy” and he can still say “no”. More importantly, he’s learned how to pretend and he seems to be grasping the sense of “me” and “my”. It’s great to have both of them home, a week is a long time when you’re the parent of a toddler.

This gayometer came around the office yesterday. Give it a go (it’s work safe), see which way you swing. I scored a hairy, beer swilling 26% which means that I’m a little too straight (but not narrow) apparently. And I need to loosen up. Same as my golf swing really.

Why is it that the people who have the theme tune from Mission Impossible as their ring tone are always accountants or
mild mannered IT nerds (at least by day). I wonder what secret agents have!