Minimal blogging at Pink Tape towers I’m afraid.
Busy busy.
Shame, ‘cos there is a wealth of nonsense buzzing around in my head that I’m dying to get off my chest (to mix my somatic metaphors)…
I am suppressing a brainwave about transparency in favour of meeting longstanding (but fast approaching) deadlines and commitments…dullard that I am.
More at some point.
Just keep swimming people….
Deadlines and commitments keep us on our toes but when they become overdue it knocks us on our butts.
Enough with the mixed metaphors.
I smell a rat but I will shoot it down.
Hand that rocked the cradle kicked the bucket.