Almost time to go home

And I am tired. Plus, my writing hand so sore. And my manager is mad because another manager asked me to calligraph some files for her (as a calligrapher, I’m not too good, but she reckons it’s better than she would have been able to do) and so I had to postpone phoning every government department in four provinces, which I wouldn’t have been able to reach anyway, and didn’t want to do in the first place (In my country government officials generally are rude, have terrible phone etiquette, and possess the intelligence of a stunned herring) so that I could do this.

Ho hum.

Finished Spud. Was brilliant, but made me cry.