Yes and no f***ing way

Back to the smoke this morning, cringing into the carriage feeling caged and unnatural. Odd hunger pangs at 11:30 having not engorged a major breakfast this morning. Felt tetchy at work most of the day.

This rounded off by finally being offered the job the agency has promised me for the last few months. Except they didn't. Their package was a zero payrise, and they changed the creative directorship they were offering me to a Micky Mouse job title that would mean nothing to my clients, or anyone else in the industry. I have invited them to think again. But think that I will have to leave instead, a prospect that's quite appealing.

However this wasn't unexpected and was at least confirmation that my recent paranoia about delays and stalling wasn't unfounded.

Home and then went up the road to eat fish and chips with Anton, and listen to music through his new speakers while sipping some beers. These included The Yes Album by mighty prog legends Yes, which Anton bought in a rare moment of musical exploration. Anna has been away for a few days on an NLP course and Anton has been looking after Klaudia and baby Oskar, who has chosen these few days to have explosive diarrhea and vomiting.

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