The bad news is it was business as usual on the way to and from the JC this morning despite the (good) news that blackmailer Raab (or something) is gone, the usual state joggers and cyclists plus a near neighbour on the way back standing outside her close in her Jim Jams and purple hair. I just put my metaphorical blinkers on and looked straight ahead.
The good news is that the civil servant is on holiday again in a fortnight and as (presumably) no others have the security clearance required to talk to me, I don't have to go back for a month.
The good news is that the civil servant is on holiday again in a fortnight and as (presumably) no others have the security clearance required to talk to me, I don't have to go back for a month.