What is it with Bank Holiday Mondays?
They seem destined to always be cold, wet and miserable, and this one is living up to its reputation. The half-hearted drizzle of yesterday appears to have given itself a good talking to, pulled itself together, manned up, decided to mutate into full-blown rain, and has been falling steadily all day.
Quite a large chunk of this morning was taken up with uploading our latest video tutorial onto t'interweb, a process which takes an inordinate amount of time and slows my laptop down to a crawl. A mere three hours later it's finally finished, so I'm turning my attention to some strategic planning with a view to calling a business breakfast meeting tomorrow morning.
Needless to say, business mascot, sleeping partner and aspiring 'Employee of the Month, Small Dog, views the prospect of having to attend as a gross infringement of her canine rights and has requested that I move the meeting to a more convenient time as her morning diary is rather full.
Presumably she couldn't possibly fit in the appointment between her wall-to-wall snoozes and power naps....
In any event, her attendance is not, strictly speaking, required. Especially as her contributions during business meetings are mainly restricted to requests for better biscuits, or proposing that we re-assess her remuneration package in view of the fact that she is now the international figurehead of Tower House Dolls.
That animal has ideas way above her station.....