One of the drawbacks of blogging is knowing when to keep one's mouth shut. I went on a really interesting audit visit today to one of the department's establishments, somewhere in Cambridgeshire. I would love tell you my thoughts and impressions, and, I think, it would be of genuine interest to the taxpaying community. But it's just one step too far in terms of yattering about work (you see, I natter about the trivial and the personalities, but never about the substance, and almost never about the policies. On the train we found an abandoned Daily Mail. I've always known it to be right-wing, bigoted and really rather anti-people, but it's also rather depressing. The constant doom-and-gloom must leave half its readership morose and the other half in fear and trembling, as the country goes to wrack-and-ruin. There seems to be no intentional humour to relieve the suffering. The unintentional humour is good. Someone wrote to the letters page and said that he has just returned from holiday in Tenerife. He could see no less than 12 cranes from his hotel. Is this a world record? No, from our office we can probably see 112! I wish my dearly beloved didn't go to bed so early; otherwise I would have rung him up and got him to confirm the exact days he wants to go on holiday. I think I have found a flight for £4 (For International Readers, this is approximately 6 Euros or USD).