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Colleagues have all gone down to pub for lunch. I remain here, "holding the fort" and trying to finish this bit of work I'm doing, because:
a). I don't like pubs.
b). I don't like eating out.
c). Someone has to stay and answer the phone if it rings. (Which it just did.)
d). Slacking off on your own job is one thing, but when you're responsible for someone else's work it's a bit different.

So yeah, here I am. Eating lunch and slacking off, but only for a little while. Then I'll be back to work, whereas if I'd gone, I would've been slacking off for an hour or more. Eugh. No doing.

TPO called last night. "I've been trying to get in touch for ages," he said. "I called on.. Friday?" I pointed out that, as I have no life to speak of, I was at home on Friday evening. Oh well. He read Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell on my recommendation and just finished it, so we waxed lyrical about that for a while. We also discussed theories on You-Know-Who (not You Know Who) doing You-Know-What in HBP, which was nice.

I got a text message from TMO in Austria too. It was a very family-oriented day, thinking about it. She's fine, hasn't fallen off a mountain yet, etc. Always good to know. She's back on Saturday. Evening, I think. I should've gone home for the weekend to say hello or something, but .. well, it's a bit late now, I suppose. And I have to work on Monday, so it'd be only the one night, and I'd have to get the train, etc. etc. excuses.

Well. Better get on with it then.

What are they serving in that pub?

Colleagues returned from lunch. Have discovered another down side to new desk. I am now close enough to the toilet that I can smell .. well, let's just say I am breathing through my mouth right now. :P