I am planning another escape.
I shall be visiting my parents for a couple of days, so expect a brief hiatus in postings and comments management.
And much like my last Time Out, I have already been sucked back into work mode this morning. There I am, first thing, stood at the kitchen sink, when my doorbell rings, long and loud. It turns out to be a would-be volunteer, returning their registration form.
"A lovely young man said I could find you here," she said.
What lovely young man? I scanned the area behind her. Hah! A builder's van. The work has obviously begun on the Courtyard Interpretation Project (new display boards, to you and me). They have just as obviously left the gates wide open, hence my potential volunteer finding her way in. It's an ongoing problem. I know it's a pain in the arse, having to keep climbing in and out of your vehicle to open and close the gates. I know better than most, having to do it many, many times a day. But it's far more of a pain to have to keep chucking people out.
Still, I don't have to worry about that for a day or two. It's Somebody Elses Problem. Hurrah!
See you Friday!