GETTING THROUGH THAT TO-DO LIST

Luscious is out with friends tonight having a girlie-sesh, so I've managed to finish that review book and write the review, as well as plough my way through the rest of the manuscript I'm assessing. A couple of days to recover from the awfulness of it all and then I'll launch into the report itself. A short pause for breath and then the short story collection package beckons...

There's plenty of rest for the wicked. It's us oppressed wot have to keep dancing.

A PERSONAL VERSION OF HELL

Working for a company with an 'H' as part of the name, and hearing the trainer pronounce it haitch for 8 hours a day.....

CONTAINS UNBEARABLE CUTENESS

How can you not love a 3 year old who wakes you up by flinging open your bedroom door and shouting "Exterminate, exterminate"?

A LONG DAY TOMORROW, MY LITTLE ONES

After three and a half years, and more delays than a federal rail project, the defence lawyers for the doctor who killed Sharon have run out of excuses.

The pre-trial conference is tomorrow. I sit in one room, the defence leeches sit in another, and we pass notes back and forth arguing over just how much a human life is worth.

Just me, and a set of suits who have accepted money to justify killing a perfectly healthy woman.

It is not likely to be a happy experience. The doctor who did the killing won't even be required to attend. Perhaps he has an important 18 holes booked or something.

The house is quiet, and I can't get the lyrics from the Pink Floyd song The Trial out of my head.

Just five minutes, Worm your Honour. Him. Me. Alone.