tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27479087.post3650956370681325728..comments2018-11-16T08:53:35.792+00:00Comments on Diary of a Wordsmith: Beer o'clockAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09575696613288942467noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27479087.post-38774383983579200472008-09-07T21:19:00.000+01:002008-09-07T21:19:00.000+01:00Oh how well I know those days which start out full...Oh how well I know those days which start out full of promise and end up petering out after a catalogue of unexpected interruptions and distractions. I'm a pourer of a glass of something (usually wine) of an evening, too. I'm usually back at my keyboard afterwards, but with personal email correspondence and blogging and internet surfing, so it's very good to mark the difference between that and work by picking up a corkscrew!Juliethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18055924620237477722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27479087.post-30735058496912758392008-09-03T10:35:00.000+01:002008-09-03T10:35:00.000+01:00Uncanny - or maybe not. Pretty much every day is l...Uncanny - or maybe not. Pretty much every day is like that for me, but with a different cast of characters. Substitute 'landlord' with 'car repair bloke', 'friend' with 'mother-in-law', 'ink' with 'dog walking/school dash' and 'beer o'clock' with 'G&T at 11pm when I'd finally left my desk'.<BR/>No, I didn't get much done, either yesterday.ms_well.wordshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02781705566085277194noreply@blogger.com