simont | (no subject)

So, I'm now back at work after four weeks of holiday.

In retrospect, it was outstandingly cunning of me to take my holiday over the four weeks just before the clocks went back; it meant that although my personal timezone had shifted over the course of the holiday until I was getting up at 10-11am, when I got up at 8 this morning I only wanted another hour in bed rather than another two. If I'd been really clever I'd have planned it like that deliberately.

At work, the redundancy procedures march steadily on; it looks as if we all get to find out by the end of this week whether we've still got jobs, so that at least means there isn't too long to wait.

After the traditional Doctor Who gathering last night, the Gallery got out James's new PlayStation dance mats and bounced around on them. This looked like fun, and looked like good exercise too, so I'd have liked to have a go; unfortunately I was entirely full of Chinese food and suspected jumping up and down vigorously might be an unwise plan. I'm half tempted to get a mat myself, since exercise is currently a problem for me, but I'm not entirely sure; it would probably disturb my downstairs neighbours, and also I suspect I'd get very tired of the limited range of music in short order.