The omens ain't good so far this week.
The Colonies phoned last night to talk about a 'disengagement and re-engagement' framework. (Eh?) I muttered dark words about a dialogue sequence and an end-game. (Eh? Eh?)
Text mesage from my boss at 06.00. Stern stuff about Our European colleagues.
Plumbo-Jumbo are late - making me late with them.
Scotty has been in touch to advise that she has found an alternative route to her sailing, and has resigned her commission as one of my loyal vassals. (Why text me at 7.30 in the morning to tell me that? Anyway - I will have no truck with apostates)
So - nine fifteen, and if the day recedes into a purple cloak of doom any further, then hemlock tea shall be in order.
It may be Tuesday - but it does feel like a Monday.