It's almost eight o'clock, but the headlights are still peering out of the gloom. Yet it is hot, humid, muggy. Just the sort of day you don't want. It's not a good day to go to work, but it's not a good day to stay home either. I've moved offices again, back to the head office, though the place I was before had an equally valid claim to be head office. I'll be sure that I have moved once Mr Grumpy is sitting on my desk, but until then, nothing can be certain. Long time readers will remember Mr Grumpy.