Oh unbounded joy! A day of meetings packed full and overflowing with banality. A room full of dactylographic managers, a blank script, and what seemed like an infinite length of time in which each victim strutted his sanitised project status on the managing director's stage.
Then home. Peaceful quiet home. Home where two otherwise rational people were still simmering after an exothermic reaction in a shopping centre.
Eating, ironing, exercise, forums... done. It's 12:40 now. Time for grumpy to sleep.