I woke up late, slept through the alarm, it was about 8.40am.

I went out, and got the washing off the line (that's a good excuse, I had to wait for my washing to dry, or I had no clean clothes).

I had a shower, and got ready. I was feeling a bit crook, maybe I had a few too many long island iced teas last night.

I took off, and went to work. I'm a bit confused as to what happened here, I think I might have gone to the motorbike place where I get my bike serviced, but I don't know why, or what I did there. I need to blog more often.

There's a place on the way to work that sells motorbike clothing, I've been meaning to stop in there for ages, I decided I would, because my gloves are falling apart, and I'd like to get a new pair for the trip.

I stopped in there, went in, had a look, the guy didn't have much, a few pairs of fingerless gloves, totally useless, and a couple of heavy winter pairs, I just want something in a plain, light, leather style.

He did have something like that, but only up to a large size, which was too small. Hmm, I don't think I have huge hands, but my other gloves are extra large too.

He looked through his stock to try to find an extra large pair, but he didn't have any.

I asked him if he could order some in, and he said he could, and that they usually take about a week.

I gave him my details, said I'd wait to hear from him.

I took off, and went to work.

When I got there, there was a message on my phone, it was from the guy who looks after the email systems, he wanted to talk to me about something, probably more virus stuff from yesterday.

I went up to see him, and he told me that he'd already worked it out, whatever it was that he wanted to ask me about.

There was more virus stuff going on today still.

I went back to work, another email came out with a virus attached to it, I worked out who it came from, and I sent an email to the guy, and asked him to clean his machine off (because it didn't have VNC on it, so I couldn't do it).

I went back to working on the code I'd started doing yesterday.

I went upstairs a bit later, and saw the guy upstairs. His new car (a Mercedes 560 SEL I think) was parked in the parking lot, so I had a bit of a look at it out of the window.

I went back down, and did some more coding.

I got a call about 12.40pm, he wanted to go for lunch.

We decided to go for a drive, so we went out out to his car. There was 4 of us from work.

We jumped in the car, and went for a drive.

We went out to Bolwarra Heights, and then around through Lorn, and back to East Maitland.

While we were driving around, they were all mucking around with the seat adjustments, in the car, because it's got electrically adjustable seats, even in the back.

When we driving around through Bolwarra Heights, the guy showed us that it's got a 2 tone horn, and a switch to select between the 2 tones.

We got back to East Maitland, and we stopped on the road that goes out to Morpeth, and went into a little cafe to get some lunch.



We ate lunch, sat and chatted for a bit, and then we went and jumped back in the car to go back to work.

While we waiting at the lights, the guy was mucking around with the adjustment on his seat, and he moved it so far back, that he couldn't reach the pedals, and his foot came off the brake, and we rolled forward a bit, since it's an automatic.

He quickly adjusted the seat back forward, and put the brake on again.

We drove back to work, and I went back to my desk.

Not long after, the project manager told me that he was going off for the rest of the week. I said I'd see him next week.

My manager also left around the same time, for a week he explained, because he's going back to Wales, because his Mum passed away a few days ago. He wasn't planning on going back for the funeral, but he changed his mind today, and was flying out tomorrow or something.

I worked a bit more, a few more hours, and then I felt quite crook for some reason. I sent an email to the guy upstairs, telling him I was leaving. I didn't get a reply, grabbed my stuff, and left.

I was just getting on my bike, when I heard someone shouting to me, it was the guy from upstairs. I went over to speak to him, he'd been at one of the other sites, sorting out backup tapes or something.

He asked if I wanted to go to dinner with them, they were going to some water front restaurant or something, I told him that I was feeling sick, and going home, and that I'd see him in the morning.

I headed for home, I stopped in at the supermarket on the way, got something for dinner, and then I continued home.

As I got near home, a cop paddy wagon came right up behind me, I didn't notice, because I wasn't looking in my mirrors, when I turned to head for home, it went blasting past me, bloody close.

I don't know what happened for the rest of the day, and can't remember, I probably just ate dinner, and went to bed.