Inspiration report

on the day:
10/04/2012


on the way:
I have not crashed into inspiration this morning. I think inspiration may have caught the early train today. 
Maybe inspiration had a report to finish before her line manager rolled in this morning. She'll have been working on it as she was sitting on the train when a jowly man with a stubbly face and greasy, greying light brown hair (although its always difficult to be sure what colour hair is when its greying and greasy when the sun is shining on it) and a large brown mole on his neck sat down next to her, his leather coat creaking. It's not like he hasn't showered or he's obese or something, thank goodness, but he is one of those people who seem to expand when he is no longer employing his muscles to remain vertical and, without realising it extend into the neighbouring spaces. Ah, there's no point in carrying on with this; she should just have stayed a bit late on Thursday. 
Then again, she probably needn't bother because Willcox is unlikely to be in before midday. He's never in on time but he can do as he bloody pleases because he's the boss although what does he do anyway other than have pointless meetings and then go down the pub or club or whatever with the partners or the  shareholders and Sharon knows all about those nights because sometimes she has to go along which is fine to a point but in the end she doesn't want to spend her spare time with old blokes talking spreadsheets or cricket and even the one who made up a poem about her that time was a bit creepy. Anyway so she'll have put her printouts back in her file, and her file back in her bag - the John Lewis carry bag, not the Visconti handbag - and thought she wouldn't want to be Willcox's PA for anything. 
But maybe it would be nice if someone wrote something about her some day.


on the pod: 
The Dolphin's Cry - Live


on the front page:
War in Syria spreads as Assad's forces lash out (The Times)