Well, maybe. Who knows? The chickens have come home to roost in that the main Board have decided they're tired of our boss and he's 'taking early retirement'. And we're being moved up to our offices in London, off Old Street. Good points: my two major work gripes, the 80-mile commute and the boss, won't be bothering me any more. Bad points: there are going to be job losses. We have a three-month 'consultation period' while the Big Bosses sniff our every orifice. Job cuts among support staff are certain. Accounts, subscriptions, marketing, conferences: they're all going to take a bad hit. Editorial? Well, no secret that some titles are doing badly. Not mine, thank the Lord, but then who knows whether they're going to decide we aren't a good 'fit'? Either way, three months of uncertainty and hell await. And oh goodie, that takes us up to Christmas where it now seems traditional to find a P45 under your Christmas tree. Hohum.