Woke up this morning and managed to persuade myself to go into work. I'm still not really hungry despite only eating 2 pieces of toast yesterday. Came into the office to find myself the only person on my side other than some hotdesker at the far end. Why do I bother coming in??
Did the obligatory dance around the kitchen before sitting down with the programme manager after he got in to tell him about the work I'd been on - felt good and productive. My SC then approached me to fix a date for a review; damn, got to get that process underway. Explained to him the amount of work I'm doing (about 2 days a week on average). He understood and agreed that trying to find other work to fill in the gap was a bit pointless - so I now have official justification for not doing much work - hurrah! ;)