No online pizza. Thankfully. Having pizza delivered to "Reverend Maria Von Trapp", which is the name that Domino's now have in their system for my address, even when I order by phone, is fun, but it's not a sensible approach to nutrition.

The team were quite down in the mouth in the office, and a short meeting turned into a clearing of the air, I hope. The hard problem revealed its crazy insides. That's probably of no meaning to anyone, but it's how I felt at the time. There were a few problems bubbling under the surface, like a small matter of a small minded person becoming insubordinate and pissing me off, but I rallied well with the punches and had a productive day.

I came home for lunch, making sandwiches for myself and my beloved to enjoy. Then back to work. I sorted out the problem that was bugging me and had flash of inspiration on another one too. I was kicking. This was, as I mentioned previously, a new experience. I used to be able to get stuff done, but had increasingly felt out of the loop and not very useful. I was coming back on top.

In the evening we had pasta "Pimp my Ride", which I'd used in the meeting, earlier in the day, as an analogy - that's the "Pimp my Ride", not the pasta.

As my girlfriend worked on my computer, I took the time to finally sort out my wireless. I can now buy things from Amazon on the toilet! Well, theoretically, at least.