Back to Life reminds me of my wild and mis-spent youth in, err, 1980s Warsaw, BTM. That, and Ride on Time, and anything by the Pet Shop Boys. Not quite youth, perhaps as I was in my early 20s, and "an utter fox" according to my Groucho Friend. Why didn't I know that at the time?
I enjoy cooking too, NU, but only if I have time. We had soup, bread and cheese tonight. The soup and bread were home made, if that helps, but I couldn't face cooking. Having filled the fridge with meat last week, we haven't eaten any of it. Will stick a curry in the slow cooker tomorrow morning to use up some of it.
I am having a hateful time of it at work at the moment. We are doing something that I actually know quite a lot about, and have done before (it's quite niche). It is also quite a sexy thing, and all the thrusters want to have a go at it. I have sat there in meetings, saying all along, quite forcefully, "that's not going to work; you need to build in more flexibility, people won't commit to that for legal reasons." Today we got the comments in, and the three things that I said we would never get agreement on, were the three issues that people said they couldn't agree to. Will they listen to me now? I doubt it...