I don’t really think I need to say anymore… perhaps “SHUT UP!’ loudly out of the window would stop it. The teenage chavs appear to have older brothers and sisters that are running the gauntlet between pubs singing ditties out of tune. I think I just heard the old favourite ‘laaa deeee WE ARE rrrrr aaaaa gggggg’. Sometimes living in a village with 4 pubs and on the road between them is a bad idea.

My boss isn’t sending me home because of the snow, I know she’s so unfair. She muttered something and me working at home so what on earth was I on about - some bosses can be such task masters. So, while you are all making a day off work snow angels think of me slugging away. Us poor freelancers forced to stick on the grindstone when everyone else gets a snow day. Yes, a few inches of snow in the UK a holiday maketh for everyone else. We may have won wars and invaded more countries than our embarrassment meter can take, but leaves and snow they stop us in our tracks.

There is nothing quite like the feeling of finally nailing a design that just wouldn’t happen. Sometimes, it’s not easy being green or a web designer. At times your ability drips like a faulty tap rather than gushes out onto your layout. When the blockage goes that feeling … well it’s something I think I do design for. That punching in the air, putting on jumpy aroundy music, oh my god I’m not useless after all, woot woot woot feeling. I am now going to find some place to collapse and finally get some much needed sleep.

I was filling another Dillon made hole in another wall today and again was struck with how satisfying it is to me. I’ve always found using filler or other plaster type ‘hole fixing’ products amazing therapeutic. There is something about skimming over and making the surface smooth again that really gives me a sense of achievement. I really think the inner me must be a plasterer or something, it’s probably only me being odd that gets such satisfaction from filling holes. The downside of course happened soon after filling the hole, the fact now I have a pot of hole filler and I am seeing holes around the house - it could be a fun week.

Fadtastic has an 9 rules group interview which included me. The questions are all around web design and yet again Andrew did a good job in posing the questions to us answering people.

I am sitting in my office, it’s 1.30am just gone. I’ve been thinking about going to bed now for a few hours but got distracted by about everything. I now find myself thinking about it only to have a gathering of about 3 teenagers outside talking about nothing. It’s not like I live in a town or anything - where did they come from and whose kids are they? We’ve been getting a lot of trouble from kids lately which hardly sits with the ideal life our village likes to convey - I think they are being shipped in from somewhere or something these hoddie wannabes, could never be some local’s little darling now could then ;) Now, if they can only speak up a bit more I can hear the gossip rather than a pubescent low grumble that is droning on.