The Argus have revamped their website over the past three days. The aim, according to this report, was to provide readers with "clearer navigation and loads more content", although the main difference I've noticed is that they've deleted all my articles. Or maybe I just can't find them. It's a bit of an outrage - if blogs were scrapped just for being dormant, I wouldn't have any links in my sidebar. And what about all the people searching Google for RSPCA Open Day Simon Cowell? They won't be able to read me slagging off Nicky Keig-Shevlin.

So far the Argus have had sixty comments on the new layout, about fifty of which are demanding the return of my writing. Well, they're demanding the return of the old website, but it amounts to the same thing. As one reader puts it, "It's worse than a night out in Portslade". Speaking as someone who's spent a night out in Portslade, I think that's a bit harsh.

Anyhoo, I don't have those thirty masterpieces on my own website, but the good news is I do have them saved on my computer. The bad news is it's the computer which broke down three weeks ago, and they're all on a slow boat to a Chinese landfill site. As luck would have it, I did back them up on CD, but as laziness would have it, I didn't get around to doing the last five. Fortunately I have them printed out though, so it's just a matter of typing out a few thousand words and creating thirty new pages on my website. It shouldn't take long.

On the subject of spare time, and the lack thereof, I've agreed to go into work this morning. Which explains why I'm blogging at dawn. It seemed like the least I could do, because frankly I did no work at all yesterday afternoon. Although I did manage to eat a Crunchie, a Flake, and two Cadbury's Caramels. The pharmacy manager really needs to stop going down the shops. We'll all be too fat to move.

I actually spent the afternoon driving around the Sussex countryside in the pharmacy van, chatting to my manager about Lisa, and telling him the story of how we met. I stalled the van twice, and nearly mowed someone down on a zebra crossing, but I don't think he noticed. We visited the Royal Sussex County Hospital, the Sussex Eye Hospital, Hove Polyclinic, the Princess Royal in Haywards Heath, and the Sussex Beacon. Thank God I wasn't paying for the petrol. I'm not saying we took the scenic route, but I can confirm that the view across the South Downs from the top of Ditchling Beacon is quite spectacular.

Anyhoo, I need to leave for work. I might not have a lot of free time this weekend, but fortunately I get a lot of help with the housework...


It gives a whole new meaning to the phrase 'flat out'.