‘I do not think that your correspondent (9 November) and partner, together earning £500,000 p.a., should consider themselves ‘rich’ and therefore feel guilty. Surely the definition of ‘wealthy’ is the ability to live off the income of one’s income? In these days of derisory interest rates, the income on a—presumably pre-tax—income of £500,000 would scarcely keep your correspondents in champagne. You can reassure them: they have a lot further to go.’
Aye, like I’d know. Heh.
Moved out to Tyrelstown, which is a half-hour walk from work. I woke up at 7.45 AM—phone alarm thought it was the weekend—and got to work 10 minutes late (I start at eight.) Do you realize I had to leave the house at 6.30 to get to work for eight? This is a bit more civilized, in terms of the amount of sleep I’m getting; on the other hand, it’s actually outside the 30mph-speed-limited built-up area that boasts itself to be Dublin. So, umm, services are crap.
Apart from that ... I really should pay more attention to work. And be, umm, some good at it. At least I’m not working in Hockney, where the lack of a psychotic is the highlight of a week ...
 Soon to be 50kph, I think.