Sweet

Sweet. Three-day weekend with no poxy Special Events to go to, after which.... the visit from Her Royal Sleepiness. Sweet, sweet, sweet.

My office is tidy, oh boy is that sweet. Rob came in and cleared up all the remnants from the summer schools. Oh, and the film set guy came and collected the stuffed wolverine he'd left by accident.
The location assistant had told us that on the day the crew were setting up, a member of the public had come in and tried to walk off with it, but they spotted him.
Couldn't believe that.

Rained today, and after yesterday's heat, that was sweet too.

Saturn, which can be a difficult planet, but apparently for my sign brings deep, solid joy, moves into my sign on Sunday. I hope this will be sweet as promised.

My daughter has found a flat in London Bridge for the coming year, after quite a depressing search, she and her two friends have found a place they're happy with, good and very sweet. I wish them luck in it.

I have found a new assistant, and he is called Alex, like my daughter. I'm pleased to have found someone that I feel good about. The name thing has already caused problems though.
When he was coming in for interview, I said to Rob,
'Alex is coming to see me on Monday,' - look of total confusion,
'I thought she'd gone back to London, how come she's coming back already?'
'Er, no....'

And sweetest of all is that today is my son Ben's birthday, God bless him and bring him wisdom and guidance. Maybe the other way round, guidance and wisdom. Saturn will sort out the rest.