Malaise

A day of decidedly little excitement. Highlight: collecting my long black coat from the dry cleaner's. When I took the plastic off it looked like someone used it to sweep a factory floor, then lined the basket of a siamese cat with it. Sent it back.

Can't get properly stuck into work because the tragically disorganised clients haven't given us the information we need. It goes without saying that the ridiculously tight deadline they've stipulated remains immovable despite their time-wasting dithering.