Slack.

Weekends are great, annual leave is dandy, public holidays are splendid.

But nothing is better than not being at work when you are supposed to be.

I enjoyed such a moment this week, as I was released for a full day to attend a training course that only took half a day.

I promptly got the hell out of there and wheeled the Tennessee Stud into a subcontinental car washing emporium. Reading the Financial Review while supervising others washing my car is a truly delightful experience.

At the end of this I went home to smoke frop and drink Ones on what was to be the only glorious spring day of this week.

Slack.