Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Monday, 6 February 2017
Rosie fingered Dawn...
I got up at 5.15 this morning. 5.15! It wasn't even light by the time I got where I had to be. I did 3 hours work and was back at the sort of time I usually consider leaving the house. This sort of routine is hardly fit for a gentleman of my standing, even in the Summer. Hopefully it will not turn into a routine, as it is only hunger and thirst that will make me stick to it.
This is the trouble with pronouncing yourself to be a consultant who gets young men to do the real work. One forgets that most young men start work at 7.30am. In my day it was 8.30, which is bad enough, but the drive for productivity has put it back an hour.
Oh well, they have another six hours to do whereas I am now at home, considering a nap on the sofa before having a teensy beer in the pub. The one good thing about Winter is that the sun is over the yard-arm six hours earlier than Mid-Summer.
The picture? Well I Googled up an image of 'dawn' and became distracted by this image. I gather one of them is called, 'Dawn'. That'll do.