Yesterday was my last day at work.

It ended on a rather sour note; my boss had been extremely snippy with me for the preceding couple of days (I have no idea why), and yesterday one of my co-workers, out of the blue, took violent offence to what I'd thought was an innocent remark about our working hours. Long story, but work has been a bit fraught this past while (contracts and conditions of service were being changed, and the union and management are in dispute) so tempers were getting a bit frayed. But even though I can uderstand why she might have been stressed and short-tempered, I still found being berated (she was literally yelling at me) quite upsetting.

My other co-workers did take me out for lunch afterwards, though, and there were hugs and promises to have dinner out once a month, so some of the day was nice - but still, it wasn't exactly the way I would have liked to end my time there.

I have a week off now - half-term holidays - and then I start my new job on the 30th. I'm a bit nervous, but I suppose that one benefit to the nastiness of my last couple of days at work is that I won't be nostalgic for my old job.

Still no internet access at home. (I'm at the library now). It's promised for Monday, but I'm not holding my breath. It's odd, you'd think that we'd have masses of extra time without the huge time drain that is the worldwide web, but it's not so. Neither is our house particularly tidy. We do seem to go to bed a bit earlier, though.

House fact of the day : to get from the front door to our bedroom you have to climb 32 steps, in the form of two steep flights of stairs. Definitely an incentive to become better organised: repeatedly having to run up and down the stairs in the mornings because you've mislaid your wallet/bag/shoes/hair brush gets old very, very fast.

And wonderful news - our niece had a baby boy yesterday morning. Great Uncle Bobby and Great Aunty Ann have a certain ring, don't you think? I can't wait to meet him. Maybe in the summer, if we can afford it ...