Ceçi n'est pas un blog

Just to let you know...

I don't think I shall blog this week. And I don't have to. So I won't. (Note, by the way, precisely how far my standards have slipped - blogging once in a week is enough to keep me satisfied that I'm on track.)

I can confidently say this now, that blogging prospects for this week are nil, since I'm heading off to Essex tomorrow for another long weekend. And while it's perfectly possible for me to blog whilst I'm at Kevin's, I don't tend to—well, actually, never have done—since the majority of my blogposts take a lot longer to write than they should do. Much staring blankly at the screen and so on. Granted, most of this can probably be attributed to how tired I am at time of composition (and the fact that I seldom change a word once I've written it, so it has to be right first time), but it has led to me being less enthusiastic in general about the writing of blogposts. I've reverted back to not immediately thinking, "Ooh, I must blog that," when something interesting or notable happens.

And I call myself a blogger...

Speaking of days off work, I seem to have had rather a lot of them since I began work in September. However, nearly all of them have been due to Flexitime (whereby you work an average of 37 hours per week and can shuffle your hours around however you like, taking days and half-days off if you've worked the equivalent hours) and only 3 days came out of my annual leave. This means that even after the four days' leave I've booked during May, I'll have 15 days' leave to use up through June/July/half of August. Now, I know I've been hoarding my leave days preciously, but I didn't quite realise that it meant that I could take off one day of every week until the end of my contract, including a full week off somewhere in there, and still using my Flexitime wisely.

Wow. This could be an idea.

(Since I'm not blogging this week, that wasn't a blogpost. So I don't have to end it properly. I can just leave it hanging if I like. So there.)