Planet Mad

This evening consisted of another meeting (mind-numbingly dull) and two phone conversations (both scintilating, for different reasons). I spoke to Lesley, who had a baby boy on Saturday (£7.60 or summat like that... seemed expensive to me!) and is gradually coming to terms with dyson-like breastfeeding and a huge queue of family who want to visit her. The other phone call was with El Boyo Wondero, after his first day as a wage monkey. He's got his own desk, computer, phone and two calulators. I'm not quite sure why he needs more than one number-machine, but that's the mystery of business! Now, though, I feel knackered - I suspect that I'm suffering from African Sleeping Sickness again. Better go off to bed. ZZzzzz...