There's nobody here. Even our customer base has b******d off for the holidays. I feel like the last crewman aboard a stricken B17 going down over Eastern Europe; everybody's bailed out except me.
Just as well I've taken tomorrow off then.
I reckon a wee visit to the Glenshee hills is in order. I havnae been up that way in an age and, last time I checked, the weather forecast was looking good.
I'm getting fair excited at the thought. (And that, my friends, is a big improvement. Trust me.)