Not something one wants to do at the best of times. I’m in our datacentre in London and have been working on one of our critical database boxes – rebuilding a failed RAID array – by destroying another unused array, nicking the disk, and swapping the bays. There’s nothing quite like the excruciating tension you get when doing stuff like this on live systems for multi-million pound businesses.

The train down was pretty dull – and it’s made me notice that my MacBook Pro’s battery is on its last legs – I got an hour and a half out of it. Gah! I shall have to get a replacement – good job it’s not a MacBook Air, eh, sprockers?

I’ve checked into the International on Marsh Wall tonight, which is something I swore I wouldn’t do again after the last time when I got a grubby damp room, a ‘double’ bed which was two singles pushed together, and located right opposite the exceptionally loud DLR, for about 160 quid a night.

It was considerably cheaper this time, and the proximity to the datacentre makes it the sane choice. I’m pleasantly surprised – the room I have is nothing short of ginormous! King size bed, too! Not just two singles pushed together, like they’ve done before. And free wifi! I must be being spoilt!

Before I set off, I picked up oor lass from Nursery and put her to bed. I’ll miss my mam picking her up for the weekend tomorrow, so I won’t actually see her again until Sunday, which sucks, and then I’ll have to go on another work-sanctioned trip down here for some work on Monday morning. Which sucks even more. Gah!

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