Not the Sennacherib

The day didn't quite go to plan. It took far longer to finish the work on the spreadsheets than expected. Overall it has been a nightmare, but seems to be almost there now.

The relative peace of working at home was rent asunder.

The witches swept in like wolves on the fold -
And their needles was flashing in purple and gold
And the sheen of their silks was like oil on the sea
When the blue rinse rolls nightly with a strong cup of tea

(With apologies to Lord Byron)...