Entry for June 06, 2007

The builders have been in the office all week, reminding me of what an excuse for a man I really am. Generally my morning consists of opening the mail, getting mildly grumpy at the first eighteen interruptions of the day, and perhaps making some adjustments with a red biro to some deed of little import.
During this period the builders have managed to take down a wall, have four mugs of tea, swear a lot, build more walls, put in four doors, have some irn bru, make some alpha male comments towards female members of staff and climb some ladders in a heroic manner. By the end of the morning I had three letters to sign. They, on the other hand, had built three new rooms.
I fear that when global warming throws us all back to the stone age, my hard earned skills in revising Double Bonding Clauses in coal extraction agreements is not going to hold me in good stead. I suspect that I will be sheltering under an old wheelie bin wearing a hat made of an old fish. I will be gazing at the builders swigging pints of tea in the manicured gardens of their immaculate palace.
I will be clutching a long dry red biro and murmuring to myself: "I hope they thought about vehicular access rights when they built that thing."