Well the Sun is out the weekend was clear and crisp and it's back to work. As ever the weekend feels too short and the week feels too long. This is also met with the disastrous news that a large sector of the civil service are going on strike.

Now obviously this will result in a catestrofic collapse of all we hold dear in the Western world, and I set out in desperate fear that hordes of itinerant un-councilled yobs will descend on the good, law abiding citizens of the Cheshire plains and our Wives will be pillaged and our houses raped.

But surprisingly the world still span on it's axis and the ability to speak still seemed to be possessed by everyone I still needed to speak to. This is very disconcerting because having spent a certain amount of time in the shadow of the council I know how much it does for us.

Perhaps it's just an other example of how well oiled the machine actually is, and the incredible momentum built up by our hard working civil servants will manage to carry us over this hideous severance of all we hold dear. Obviously based on such a premise the Government will see the error of their ways and given their considerable understanding of how much better elected officials work when suitably insentivised, admit the error of their ways and reward our hard working civil service all the bountiful rewards that the private sector worker roll around in.

Or perhaps no one will notice.