Feeling better

First of all I went out and worked furiously in the garden. The trees are shedding their leaves in huge quantities. There was more stuff I could cut back. The green bin is filled and there are three rubble sacks full of damp leaves.

Reinvigorated and in a much more positive frame to great the slug.

We had to make a shopping trip and I popped in to see the colleagues. All is not well. I didn't pass on a message from the Big Swinging Dick that came through late on Wednesday until I found my note on Thursday morning. Rang as soon as I found it and passed the message to Senior Frustrated Novelist for immediate action.

She told me BSD had already mentioned the matter in the office that morning - all was under control. Supposedly.

That evening the individual who was the subject of the message came in for his shift and asked about his leave application for Saturday. So much for all being under control; no one had passed the message to the effect that his leave application had been turned down. After everything it came down to me to tell him.

But I forgot to leave a message to confirm this - in fact it didn't occur to me that I need do such a thing. I don't leave a message every time I do what I'm asked to do, do I?

And the Maltese Terrier this morning realised that she'd not told the individual he couldn't have his day off, so assuming that he wouldn't be in for his Saturday evening shift performed a frantic ring around and secured not one but two extra bodies for the evening shift. Imagine her surprise when the Honey Monster ambled in after all.

All the anxiety is driven by the simple fact that the Big Swinging Dick is doing his once-a-year Saturday night shift. And we're all going to be in trouble for having Too Many Staff On Duty.