I’ve literally worked 20 hours this weekend–ten each on Saturday and Sunday–and knocked off an insane number of things that needed to be done. I never understand what makes it such that I can wake up on Friday morning and feel uncreative and unproductive and generally useless, but I can then work all weekend long in a quite happy state of mind. The strange beast that is creativity somehow doesn’t act very productive when I am feeling duress, as when the politics at work have taken over. And although perhaps some people working at home are not as productive, I sometimes find that I am more-so.
Today I have a Brit news round-up, of things that amused me in the local press when I checked it over my coffee twelve hours ago:
- Drinkers will be encouraged to play with children’s bubble blowers instead of picking fights, in a scheme to start next month in Bolton.
- Britain comes out ahead of other industrialised nations such as Australia, the US, France, the Netherlands, Italy and Germany in an index measuring the country’s propensity for casual sex.
- That defence fell on deaf ears, with the ASA deciding that “bloody” was a swear word and that it was “socially irresponsible to reproduce it in advertising in an untargeted medium to which children could be exposed”.
Any one of these could make me speechless. (Speachless for Malia!)