If yesterday was like working in a ghost town; today, even the ghosts had got up and gone out. For my last morning of work this year, there was no one about. I had feared that it was going to feel like a bit of a waste, getting up and commuting into Oxford for only 3½ hours. Indeed I would have preferred to have not to have had to force solid ice from my windows but the drive in was, if deadly, beautiful; a true winter wonderland of snow and ice and frost-filled trees.
I also had a useful purpose to serve; making some changes to pages detailing a conference being held next next year, even if this did involve me experiencing that age old frustration of not being to work out why something wasn’t working; spending more than far too much time on it only to give up, go wash at my mug and chat to some friends before going back to the computer, seeing immediately that I hadn’t definedthe 120 pixel high graphic instead of the 181 pixel high one and fixed it immediately.
Back home for the afternoon I helped Emma finish cleanig the house before we enjoyed a delicious pre-Christmas boiled ham for dinner and we settled in for an evening of wrapping up.
It didn’t seem like the wrapping was taking very long when I consider each present but I’m still sat here, just finished and gone to bed; I think I will be about another half an hour…
