Good morning... good night

9.22am. Just woke up. Bad move. Going to try and get some more kip. Under four hours' sleep is quite clearly not enough, even for me. Whilst I managed it yesterday, I suspect that when we start the project work tonight, I really need to be on the ball. Tonight when we start the projects, we have to start worrying about appointing project managers, and all that jazz. Definitely can't do that on this amount of sleep. Ironically the best way for me to achieve this is to take the batteries out of my alarm clock. The fecking thing is driving me nuts. No idea what possessed me to buy it, when I can just set an alarm on my watch, or on my mobile phone.

There have been some good one-liners coming out of people's mouths so far this week, often unintentionally. Kirsten was talking about her recent back operation, and mentioned that she's on painkillers, so I suggested that she should hand them around and be sociable with them later on.

You do often have to be there, however one of the best one-liners has to be Jules Nicol asking Kirsten when she took her afternoon nap. Pregnant pause. Everyone laughed. "The clue is in the title, an afternoon nap."


Another good one was when Jules was talking to the extremely sweet Irish lady from Tipperary, and he asked her what the currency used to be before they adopted the Euro. She replied, "punt." I pipped up saying, "steady on, he was only asking."

At the dinner table on Saturday night, someone asked her how far she'd come. "Tipperary," she replied, and I couldn't resist a quick "wow, that's a long way."

More later.