Waltham Forest saw its very own towering inferno on Sunday night (April 5) as a fire swept through a Leyton industrial estate. Fortunately, there were no reported injuries but two warehouses were completely gutted, raining soot, ash and debris onto neighbouring properties and leaving nothing but hollow, blackened shells.

On visiting Tallack Road, which backs on to the industrial estate and from where some 25 or 30 people were evacuated, I was greeted with tales of an ordinary evening interrupted by a blaze of hellish proportions that raged into the small hours of the next morning.

But rather than being afraid or worried particularly, residents seemed more bemused and in one case, brave or mad enough to go out and take pictures. The general consensus, furthermore, seemed to be that the whole affair was more of an inconvenience than anything else. Evacuees weren't allowed back into their homes until 3am only to discover their power had gone out and firefighters were still on the scene, damping down, well into Monday afternoon.

This week also saw a trip crown court for a plea and case management hearing (i.e. the hearing that decides whether or not a case will go to trial), which, much in the same manner as last week's counter-protest, was something of a flop.

No one had the right papers or knew which defendant was being tried for which offence(s) on which date and after nearly an hour of going round the houses following the late arrival of the prosecution counsel, a three-week adjournment was called. Even the judge commented that she'd never seen disorganisation quite like it.

Perhaps I'm still too inexperienced and naive to see these things coming, but I would have thought that being paid rather a lot of money and being incredibly highly trained might mean that these lawyers would have some idea of what they were doing.

But apparently not.

Raging infernos, farcical court appearances and general madness aside, today is Wednesday, which means the level of oddity is just that smidgen higher and the behaviour in the newsroom is noticeably more manic than usual. The consequence of this is that we have ice cream. And not just any ice cream - this is bona fide fancy ice cream. For today at least, this means that one reporter on the WFG is officially a hero and that today is possibly the best Wednesday ever.

Funny how easily pleased we all are...

Finally, the question on everyone's lips at the moment is whether or not it's all right to eat Easter eggs before Easter Sunday. What think you, good blogfans? Have you already had (chocolate) egg on your face or have you managed to restrain yourself thus far?

There's division among the reporters on this all-important topic and I feel the matter must be settled in as democratic a fashion as possible - on the internet.