The Day Today

I got about 55 minutes sleep last night. Mice have reclaimed Admiral House. The weather is alternating between blizzard and blue skies. Matt shaved his head off. The kittens now have collars and name tags which they keep kick scratching. I got a letter about our modest charity donation to Tomas Tomas signed by Tom Waits (although possibly not in person). The Mighty R has some kind of diseased skin patch, which he keeps claiming is just where he has “itched” (sic) himself. The envelope containing the collection for Anatole’s leaving present has gone missing from Jez’s desk. The office is divided on whether or not he should be bollocked. I appear to be the only one defending him.