It’s been one of those weeks.

The Boss is away on a well-earned break, but unfortunately that has translated into craziness for me. Mainly caused by the constant ringing of the phone. Every time I sit down and try and get a run at something – reviewing something, drafting something, going over a file – the phone rings with something that’s either urgent, time consuming, or both.

Throw in the end of the financial year, having to supervise Priscilla and Howdy to a greater extent than usual, and having to review and sign every piece of mail that leaves the office and I’m surprised I’ve got anything done at all.

I have managed to make it part way through my moving-house-connection-disconnection list. Well, I’ve arranged to have the water connected at my new place anyway. And organised a few more removalist quotes. I’m still waiting for electricity and phone quotes, and I still need to take care of insurance and several other things, and disconnect the phone and gas at my current place, but at least “water” has been crossed off the list.

And when I get home each night I am aware of how much progress has been made because it’s box central in there. The dining room and spare bedroom are filled with boxes, and there are half a dozen half or three-quarter packed boxes in my bedroom waiting for me to trip over at every possible opportunity, so I know I haven’t been slacking off too badly.

Anyway, I’m aiming for a proper entry later in the week.

Though having said that in print inevitably means that weekus interruptus will contained unabated.