As it turned out, I was second in the contest: our club president won the contest, which meant our club took out the first two. Combined with Kevin's achievement in the evaluation contest last week, we're still on for a "clean sweep", but that now relies on me winning the humorous contest next Tuesday.
Anyhow, after the contest, it was time to walk down to the office. There were twigs on the ground everywhere, even in the city, and the day was bleak. SMS messages throughout the day suggested that the trains were no running, but around half past four, a Sunday service resumed, which meant I could get home.
A quiet Wednesday night, with the boys' youth group curtailed, and another early morning today for the regular club meeting.
Thursday morning: speeches about the Trans-Mongolian express and a forthcoming trip to Namibia.
Another mundane day at work, but I suppose we got some excitement when the packers delivered all the things from Bryan's old office. He's now definitely here, with all his boxes, filing cabinets and stuff, though he was evidently here a while back: a coffee mug and a picture of the family never lie.
Perhaps I should offer some eye-witness storm stories. Perhaps, but I don't think I will.