Oh dear.

My diary has had, writ large for some time, that today was supposed to a late night. Here till 2045.

So I came in at lunchtime as is traditional (and yes, felt guilty about missing the team meeting), only to find that another colleague had left a message after my 'apologies' at the meeting saying she was doing the late night.

Turns out I'm on in a fortnight. I shall probably do my penance by coming it at 9 and doing 12 hours (maybe with a long lunch break).

Still, I'd rather think I was on only to find I'm not, than to miss being there when I should have been. And in that vein, the Head told me that when he'd been a junior member of staff, he'd managed to completely fail to turn up for a Saturday duty once. C'est la vie.