A day of two halves

The day started with gusty winds and torrential rain. This did not bode well for the journey west. However, it soon became clear that there were still many people not working or at least not travelling. The roads were surprisingly quiet, if awash.

Arriving in the office it became clear that the access cards for all contract staff had expired during the break. This meant that there was a long queue of folk waiting for their sponsors to come and sign them in. Eventually the Gorse Fox got to his desk and fired up the laptop. There was no appreciable backlog and that meant he could get open with a number of pet project tasks.

At the end of the day he retired to the hotel "The Accountant's Revenge, Express". Modern, antiseptic, soulless, tiny, an utterly depressing. It is clear this is not a place to revisit out of choice. We clearly need to get the project to arrange an alternative.