You'd think 9-5 om a Friday meant busy, busy, busy, wouldn't you? Not always. I arrived, had coffee and talked about music with colleagues (my taste is pants evidently). Dusted things and washed floors for an hour. Then we tried to get the computer to work. Failed. Went and bought lunch, cooked it and had coffee. Sat in the garden filling in the personal development plan. Played with boss's cocker spaniel while she did petty cash. Joined Grand National syndicate and picked horses with work mates (C'mon, King John's Castle!). Went home. And I get paid!!! It beats running a parish any day of the week!