Stirring

The Toad work being monstrously bloated at the moment, it has not all been beer and skittles. Indeed, such pleasures have been unceremoniously locked away in the interest of simply coping.

But there have been odd flashes of light in the gloom. One yesterday in the midst of a particularly vapid letter read out to inpire myself and my colleagues. It didn't exactly have the desired effect, though working well as a soporific, but I stirred from my less than dogmatic slumbers to register the word functioncentric - if word is what this wee beastie is.

Small pleasures indeed.