Regular visitors to the Ministry might envisage the news that the Minister today spent seven hours being “trained” (sic) by HR might result in a splenetic, venal rant about the ineptitude of Human Resources “Professionals” (sic) that would make Malcolm Tucker look like a Benedictine monk.

Mais non, non, non, mes braves.

A day spent being “trained” (sic) by HR is not a day wasted. Far from it.

Today, while being “trained” (sic) by HR on such things as “health and safety” and “how to complete a vacancy recruitment form”, I sketched out chapters two and three of my book AND spent a good 45 minutes gazing into space imagining how the head of HR would look if her blood-drained body had been chopped into 17 pieces.

Sweet baby Jesus and the orphans, I hate work.