Bulletin from the front line

So, I'm off to Ireland tomorrow. Tis time to leave this chilly Isle and grab a bit of a drink and share some Craic with some old friends. I may be back in a week. However, as the estimable Oates himself said: "I may be some time."

If I am some time, I'll be holed up in the old place with the general lack of jolly old unbounded internet (no LJ/Dreamwidth). In preparation for this I have put all y'all on "notification". My inbox is gonna be flooded. Ee by gum, the things I do for you! So be good little chaps and chapesses and write pretty code would you? Cos that's the only way I'm going to be reading things for a while.

Have fun, and if you desperately need a reply, stick an email address in a PM and I'll see what I can do. As we used to say in the 90s, "laters!"

STOP PRESS!!! A JOB!! I HAS IT!!!

HR have FINALLY pulled their finger out and said I can start the week after next. So I'm going. Tomorrow. And I'm not coming back. Packing just got a little more complicated.

So, little TH has a job and to be honest, doesn't quite know what to do with it.

Yay?