Confusion Reigns Supreme

Yes, it’s that time of year and what a weekend, eh? Temperatures reaching up to the high twenties celsius, clear sunny skies and thoughts of strawberries and cream as we witness a new British hero in that tennis tournament down in SW19. Well, I say “we witness”, but sadly I find tennis a terrible bore and would much rather have had live coverage of the German F1 Grand Prix, but there you go. Well done, Sebastien, by the way.

By the time I got to work this morning, though, I was feeling generally a bit *meh*. I wasn’t ill, but at the same time I didn’t feel that I was fit for work so after seeing that all my work of last Friday afternoon had all been for nothing I just gave up and booked myself a day off on the magical HRMS (Human Resources Management System)
. My little clock-watching friend is going to have a field-day over this, I just know it.

I spent a few minutes this afternoon harvesting this year’s crop of strawberries from the back garden and came in with just about a pound of the little beauties. I had to throw away a few over-ripe specimens, but there are enough there for around four to six jars of jam and there are plenty more that are still ripening daily. I’ll just have to keep an eye on those before the slugs get to them.

Anyone fancy a jam sandwich? 😀