brrrrrr
my feet are freezing - mainly because i'm choosing not to wear any shoes, being a lady of leisure. Or, based on yesterday, a 'lazy' of leisure.
My plans for global domination are not going well, although I hope that will be partially resolved by a househunting trip next week, which should at least mean I have an abode in Switzerland.
I'm even missing the Toast Office's wee-flavoured tea.
Moving on up
For the last couple of days we have been Katless.
But no tears here yet. One of my new jobs is to look after the Bossman, who is obviously missing the Kat.
Work gathers pace and projects are coming and going - but it's quieter around the desks here. One only hopes that our Mad Welsh Bird continues to keep the spirit of chaos alive by contributing to PM from her new home in Zurich.
On another note - we're looking forward to any news from Jimbob - who waits to see if the Stazi turn up on his doorstep to deport him.
PM has become more than a blog - it is now a interwebnet strand keeping good friends in touch.
Here's to you both - stay safe, stay sane, and we'll see you soon.
Milo/Liam
