Whatever that means
Aye, so it was. Work, things achieved or at least moved off my desk onto someone else’s. Then that Smith fella comes along to the office, with no coffee, drinks mine and spends 20 minutes in the bog. He says he was having a dump. I think he got a bit carried away with the talk of mapping, data modelling etc.
A minor “fuck this” moment and then off to doze in the car waiting for Mandy and the weans to finish at the swimming. Now, there must be a bit of drinkable beer around here somewhere.