I spent much of my time this morning plotting how to make money while working part time. It eventually dawned on me that this is rarely possible, unless I become a hooker. Before I got too grumpy, though, I remembered that I'll have friday off, I was off with my back yesterday, and I'm leaving early today. Hurrah! Part time week!

Sign spotted in a window down my street:

THIEVES
We've been robbed twice in a month. To save u wastin ur time, our laptops and bikes have been nicked, the telly is fu*cked [yes, with the extra star], we've sold everything else for weed and smoked it all. U can take the empties tho.

Cheeky little bas*tards.

I almost got run over by:
A stationary minibus
A woman on a bike with a kid sat on the crossbar
A dude on an electric scooter (menace), and
A Burmese mountain dog, followed by its troubled owner.

Since arriving at work I have realised that I'm really not sure what I'm supposed to be doing re new job, given that I'm also still supposed to be doing old job, and only getting paid for old job, yet I have been given something to do re new job. I'm solving this confusion with many varieties of biscuits.

Such is the excitement of a Tuesday morning.