Breaking rules...

I have to admit an element of shame in my household this weekend. Don't worry, the details of Seany and Flossy the sheep have escaped the tabloids for another week, but this weekend I have had to break one of my personal rules.

Quite often I will have a bit of a witter on here about having to work late some evenings and the fact that I have about an hour's drive to and from work often doesn't help matters. However, I have always said that from Monday to Friday I will work as late as necessary on the understanding that work stops when I leave the office, I never take any work home with me and my weekends are my own.

This weekend, things are a bit different; there is a project deadline drawing ever nearer and I find myself sat home surrounded by work to be done. I've even turned down the chance to join the crowd in the Tap for a few beers for that very reason. Despite the onset of modern technology enabling real time file sharing, video conferencing and the like, I have been told I must work from our Portuguese site for one day next week. Yes, that's right - one day, which in turn entails one day each way travelling, but the order has come from on high and mine is not to reason why (not that it stopped me trying).

To be perfectly honest, I suppose life can't be at all that bad if the only thing I have to complain about is that someone wants to pay me for sitting around in planes, airports and taxis, enjoying five star hotel accomodation and working in a somewhat warmer climate than we are enjoying here right now. For one whole day...