Back broke, leisure earned, thank you

It was the Beatles that aptly sang the line about a man having to break his back to earn his day of leisure and after my recent run of one day off work since Easter (1982), I can identify fully. They were also kind enough to write "I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink, I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink," and "It's been a hard day's night and I've been working like a dog."

I'd like to thank the Beatles for soundtracking the last fortnight of my life.

There are other Beatles lyrics, of course, that have never struck the same chord, such as "I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob." Tommy was our eggman when I was a child, but I never noticed a walrus or anything.

Anyway, even if I was pulled in twenty different directions of late, the internet didn't fall apart without me, which is a good thing because if they made me fix it I wouldn't know where to start.

This short missive (by my verbose standards at any rate) is just to let you know I haven't been trapped down a mine shaft and am not waiting for Skippy the Bush Kangaroo to come and save me or anything. But I guess anyone reading this regularly is used to my mysterious disappearances for weeks at a time.

Anyway, groannnnn, I have to get back to work. Working through till Sunday evening and then a whole week off. Well earned and all.

Toodley pip now!