Because some horrid, petty little bureaucrat feels that it’s more important to get out of work on time on a Friday, rather than spend an extra 10 minutes formalising the paperwork, our meeting with Summer is postponed.

10 minutes.

That’s all it would have taken.

But no, the pub (or whatever) is more important.

Well, Mr Jobsworth, I really hope that your weekend is everything you deserve.


PS – the incandescent of the title refers to me.  It’s how I feel.

PPS – we’ll know more on Tuesday.