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I'll just mention it once and then try not to reflect further - April is disappearing too quickly.

Gavin has decided I need to spend a couple of days this week at a different site. (Not one of the Dorset/Devon ones, thankfully).  It means I'm taken away from the tsunami of weirdness that has been landing on my desk in my usual office, which is a double-edged cutting implement of some kind, because all those tasks will still be waiting for me when I get back, but at least I get a break and a change of scenery.
He has a very strange style of management, my boss. You don't even know he exists for several weeks at a time and then all of sudden the next thing that needs doing is the most important thing on Earth and you have to drop all other commitments and concentrate on his latest whim or whimsy. It can be terribly annoying and inconvenient, but I think it's also why I like working for him. He's different. He is very much his own man, with his own way of thinking and his own way of working. And - apart from these odd days where he gets a bee in his bonnet and obsessively charges at something like an incensed, rabid bull - he tends to leave us alone to get on with things how we see fit, and that is pretty much perfect for me. I have done my years of dealing with interferences from on high and with self-serving, overpaid, vacuous middle management, thank you, and I'm more than happy where I am.

RC 23-4-24