I hate procrastination as much as the next man, and god knows I suffer from it myself. I just can’t bear to see it in clients, though.

You have all the options, I promise you either will work beautifully, and one is cheaper. Take the cheap one and let me get on with it!

I’ve got a meeting in London tomorrow. Do I take an umbrella, or dress for hot weather?

Thanks to the recent changeable weather – blazing sun and torrential rain in one afternoon – I have absolutely no idea.

I’ve made a mistake – I thought I was the only one who moans on a regular basis about all and sundry.

In fact, just half an hour in the doctors surgery shows that the patients around me are equally happy to moan about everything – including the weather (rain and sun), parking, appointment times, and almost everything else in between.

Makes my complaining look quite mild in comparison.

Dear road workers,

After you’ve finished resurfacing the road, it’s common courtesy to remove the ‘warning, resurfacing – max speed 10mph’ signs.

Just in case, you know, someone actually heeds them and drives at 10 mph on a dual carriageway.

Yes, it really did happen this evening, and it wasn’t me.

You wouldn’t think I have much to complain about when the weather is this good, but the heat!, the sweating!

Urggh.

This is such a first world problem, but:

I’m now experiencing the problem of black leather seats and steering wheel after a whole day in direct sunshine. The first ten minutes of driving are, fair to say, a little haphazard as I try to avoid burning my hands on the setting wheel.

Only I can complain about a brand new car that is less than three weeks old.

So a popular podcaster moves from one network to another – this is not a catastrophe nor is it game changing, not is it worth the plethora of insults that emerged.

It’s not even that important, really, is it?

Don’t charge a fortune for the room, then expect us to pony up even more money for the wifi.

Oh, it’s free, you say? A limited, low bandwidth version is free? Hmm, thanks, but no thanks.

Work deadlines are overwhelming; they take precedence over everything else, including adding entries to this blog.

So while is looks like an entry on the 23rd, it was in fact written on the 26th. Oh dear. I have cause to complain about myself and my ineptitude in keeping my own contract with myself – namely that I’d write for this blog every day.

It took a couple of weeks, about 20 quid a month, and an hour today to realise how much I just can’t function without a decent Internet connection. Now I have a connection that is 20 times faster than it was this morning.

Mind you, now that I’m not waiting for stuff to download, I get things done faster, and run out of stuff to read and listen to.