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Today I have an unusual variation on The Monday Problem, which afflicts people who work normal office hours. You come in to work on a Monday morning, sit down at your desk and think... what the bloody hell was I working on on Friday afternoon?

I'm aware of this problem so regularly write myself notes on Friday, intended to enlighten me on Monday. Sadly, these notes often degrade over the weekend, so the concise and exigetic message I wrote on Friday has become "do the thing, with the thing" by Monday morning.

Last Friday I was in the middle of something complicated when my train rolled into Ealing (I often work on the train while commuting). I wrote very, very careful notes about what changes needed to be made to which functions in the bits of code I'm working on. This morning, they make perfect sense: I know exactly the changes I should be making.

Sadly, what I omitted was any sort of rationale. I have very little clue why I'm making these changes. I have a vague idea it was an obscure bug in the menuing system, but I'm blowed if I have any idea exactly what it was or how to reproduce it. Without that, it's difficult to know whether or not my changes have worked.

I could, of course, blindly trust the notes I wrote and assume that on Friday I knew what I was talking about. But... I've met me. That isn't a brilliant idea. So I shall just have to play around with menus, hoping to see something that looks a bit funny...