And I am in a foul mood. Not helped by getting emails from my ex-flatmates in Australia.
I can sense a big-anti BBC rant coming on. Apart from anything else, a project I've been working on has steered itself seemlessly through two layers of management, only to now be confounded by powergames between two other layers of management.
I wouldn't normally mind, but as this involves a trip abroad and my suntan, I am most vexed.