At last, I got the plotter we loaned out to the medics back this afternoon minus one leg, and the other bent at ninety degrees for ease of disposal. Must check tomorrow to price up a replacement to come off their budget. Bastards. At least the main part of it looks to be in good working order, even better than the one we've thrashed the life out of over the last few weeks. I didn't think we'd ever use one of those things so much, hence the mad panic when it ran out of paper. Managed to find a new roll of it, but it's a good job that I'm not arachnophobic!
Anyways, as some of you may have noticed, I'm back down the pub! Yeah, I posted something at quarter to nine this morning, but that was the only time today that I've been able to take some "me time". You'll be glad to hear that I've been busy, busy, busy ensuring the cost-effectiveness of our armed forces in my own little way.
Now news of my utter stupidity - after having a Volvo reverse into the front of my little car, tonight I reversed into a bloody lamp-post. D'oh! No damage, though, and unless my parents are reading this, they needn't know, alright?
