Pie...

...well everything needs a title, doesn't it? And I'm shortly to eat pie. Chicken and Mushroom pie. With no discernable chicken. Or mushroom, for that matter. I may have moaned about this before, though a quick flick through the last week or so's blogging efforts would appear to show that I haven't. The joys of short term memory loss, eh.

Speaking of short term loss, this time in a week Lovely Girlfriend will be on an aeroplane heading home. This of course means that my infrequent ramblings here will be become even less frequent again, so make the most of my possibly duplicated comments about pie while you can.

It also means that I have just one week to cram in all the stuff on my to-do list of which so far I have still done just one item. However things are looking good for at least one attempt at "going into work with positive attitude". Maybe tomorrow. Depends on the nature and length of my sleep tonight, really. As I have a good book to read an early night perhaps is too much to hope for...

Wednesday, I suspect, is the most likely day for this strange event to occur as I am out travelling again, and off to Newcastle. The "Upon Tyne" one, not the "Under Lyme" variety. I've never been there, but I'm quite looking forward to going. Unfortunately I shall only be there for about 3 hours, and working. Which sadly allows little time for a sightseeing stroll around what I believe the locals call "toon", but I will get to see the River Tyne and look for fog and what have you. The only minor blip on the positivity side is the fact I am going by train and will therefore be a nicotine-starved wreck by the time I arrive after the three and a half hour journey. That's three and a half hours assuming no delays...

My pie is now calling me. As is the fact, now I look in that direction, that my clothes horse looks set to imminently collapse into the fire...