It's a backup photo today, work has succeeded in entirely flattening my will to live.
I don't seem to be able to write coherently without being obscenely whiny tonight, so I'll limit myself to saying that if I never crossed paths with a protection relay again, it'd be a substantial win.
Finally, if all broadcast radio apparatus would kindly arrange to go up in smoke (or out in a shower of sparks, I'm not picky) at some point before 08:00 BST tomorrow, that would be marvellous.
I have no idea how people can actively choose to listen to commercial radio stations. Hideous, brain-rotting, advert-infested noise machines that should have no place in a civilised workplace.