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Today I was awoken by the sound of my girlfriend being awoken by the sound of the people in the flat above ours being awoken by the wind outside our bedroom window. As it raced around in cyclones, its own paroxysm multiplying by the second, we could hear empty flowerpots tumbling and splitting as they were thrown against stone surfaces and rigid fencing.
Then, as if listening to a concerto, the rain picked up the banner and ran with it; dancing in and out of the veering wind as together these two tempestuous elements sought breach points in any weakness in window and door, guttering or roofline.

Travelling to work was made a slow and laborious process, partly due to signal failings, but other-partedly due to the weather…having just checked TFL for a clue as to whether (hahaha!) or not I’ll be sleeping at work or at home tonight it appears that the former of the two choices is looking likely. I’d rather eat curry and watch Bollywood with Jade Goody than sleep at work. Actually I’d rather sleep at work after eating curry than watch Bollywood and sleep with Jade Goody. I’m not even going to mention eating Jade Goody.

I’ve recently discovered it’s likely I’ll be looking for a new job soon. It appears somebody’s finally realised the prolixity of “Community Safety” and the decision has been made to gradually outsource the function of the team. So with a skip in my step I race to work each day and scan the internet with a furtive eye – ever hopeful that the fruits of my labours will reward me with a ticket out of here and on to greater things…

…it’s not all bad though…Top Gear returns to the telly on 28th January – now there’s a job!