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The first hour of the shift really dragged - the one person I got to start an interview with hung up on me after six minutes - but after 10 it got busier. There were quite a few crisps and Bessy's Biscuits left over from yesterday on the nibbles table, and my internal e-mail included a staff newsletter and a lengthy list of changes to the survey that helped keep me off the phones for a whole hour at the end. Can't be bad.

Over half an hour after the bus should have arrived, I was still standing at the bus stop freezing my jacobs off. Salvation arrived in the shape of a nice lady from Enquiry Line - who knew me, and whose name I'm mortified that I don't remember - who beeped me, pulled over just in front of the bus stop and offered me a lift home. When I explained I was going to Fareham station, she happily went out of her way to drop me there. A Christmas angel.

Just spent the evening helping put the decorations up.