Bad day at the oasis

Today was a bad day.
In fact it was a rotten stinking, put-your-fist-through-the wall sort of day.
The sort of day where dreams vanish with a stroke of a bureaucratic pen - especially when wielded by someone as thick as two short uncle Brians.

So, it looks like I have another fight on my hands - a home grown one.

I have made a few changes to the blog and I will try to post and respond later today (it is 1:30pm Wed afternoon as I write)

Mike