Rule number one in my job is never, ever to say that you expect to have a quiet day.  It’s almost guaranteed to mean that something spectacularly inconvenient will happen.  As witness the last two days when I have been home at 7pm and 9.45pm respectively (after starting at 7am, I should point out).

I had set aside the whole of Tuesday for a meeting that ended up being cancelled (there was a goat on the motorway – don’t ask!), and posted on twitter that I expected to have a quiet day… yes good readers, that was a mistake!

Tuesday actually ended up being all about death threats that one person had made to another on Facebook.  Meetings with policemen, social services, headteachers, parents, and yet more policemen all in an effort just to get the whole mess off my desk and pass it on to someone else.  Really guys, just pull yourselves together.  Ultimately if you are going to kill someone, do just get on with it and then it can be a police problem instead of ruining my day.

As for yesterday, well that was just a constant stream of people (too many of whom seemed like the cast of ‘Coppers‘) who can’t seem to deal with their own problems themselves.  How the final one got out of my office without me being extremely rude to them is beyond me.

So after one 12 hour day, and one 14.5 hour day – I am officially having a day off   If I ever use the ‘Q’ word again, shoot me…