A whole world of pain.....

Well my fellow bloggers, blogeees or what ever you call people who read blogs!

Yes it's been a while since I updated my blog, but you now have my fully fledged attention as I am stuck, stranded in my bed with a gammy ankle. If you want to know how I came to sprain my ankle, well I guess you will just have to read on!

Now, when was the last time I updated this thing?... Let's take a quick look.

Oh.

Jings, crivvens and help ma boab. It was the 2nd of September! And it's now, what? the 12th. Uhm okay.... looks like I have a lot to fill you in on!

So here we go.

Sunday 3rd
I met up Glen down in the Virgin Megastore on Regent Street, and saw a god awful poster!

Yes, the 'Hoff' is in London on the 15th of Sept. Arrgggghhhhhhh!Is nowhere safe?? After we made our quick escape, we wandered onto Regent Street for the Spanish Festival. Now as festivals go, this was fairly pants. There wasn't that much there apart from the odd food/beer stand and the rest of them where just handing out brochures etc. Hardely exciting, but here's the most exciting things that I managed to see.....

I don't do crowds, and this place was hoachin! So fled to sanctuary by a shop door way (Ted Baker), so that Glen could make a call...... only for the shops bouncer to tell us to move away because it was 'un-professional'.

Oh, that's like red rag to a bull for me.Now this is why I hate shopping, I hate Oxford Street/Regent Street.

Un-professional?

Un-for-fucking-professional?

I said a few choice words to the bouncer - it's only a fucking shop! And then we departed for Mile End where Glen was going to take me to apparently the best pub in London - the Morgan Arms. http://www.timeout.com/london/bars/reviews/6539.html, although it wasn't serving food, which is what we really needed!

So, we had a beer and waited for Cameron to turn up before we decide where to go for food! It didn't take us long to choose 'Matsu', http://www.viewlondon.co.uk/info_restaurant_7919.html, a japanese place which I rather quiet enjoyed!

And you can see that Glen quite enjoyed his food as well! He wouldn't even look up at the camera...... ;-)

So that was my Sunday. Crap Festival, Good beer and good food!

Monday

So, it was back to work as normal. I had Paul my new contractor starting and had to show him around, getting his login ID all sorted out etc etc, and sort my own stuff out! I was dragged out at lunchtime by Tim up to Denmark Street.... I thought I was being dragged around guitar shops, but no! I was dragged into a slightly different music shop where Tim spent £399 on a MultiTrak Recording Studio MRS-1608, http://www.soundonsound.com/sos/jan05/articles/zoommrs1608.htm.

We head back to our respective offices, and I have an afternoon of meetings before we meet up at his office and get a taxi back to my place with the 16 track!

At Tim was insistant on watch Daziel & Pascoe at 9pm, that didn't leave much time for food, so we wandered a short 1min walk to the Londesborough; http://www.beerintheevening.com/pubs/s/39/3927/Londesborough/Stoke_Newington, for a quick bite to eat.

Okay, £9 for a burger is expensive - but woah - bloody nice burger and fat chips. I think I'll go again at some point.

Tuesday

Off to work (with the 16 track still sitting in my room), it was day HR training for me. Hell.

• I really loathe HR.
• I really, really loathe HR.
• A whole day of HR training.

I must have some really bad, bad karma to deserve this.

Need to escape. After a full day of HR waffle I wander down to the Feathers;

http://www.beerintheevening.com/pubs/s/11/1195/Feathers/St_James_s

to meet up with the Morrish Monster for a few escapism beers

which were much needed! God, what a day. We had a few, then headed our seperate ways and I popped into the Chinese for some munchies before bed!

Wednesday

It was another long day at work and I had another interview to conduct at 4pm, which went quite well, but meant that I had a mound of paper work to do before I left the building to meet up again with Jim & Joe up in Soho!

I finally made it up there for 6:30, and in time to watch the second half of the Scotland vs Lithunaia game.

Joe and Jim were already there;

and as were Tommy and Norrie:

and then James turned up eventually!

Let see, 5 Glaswegians, 1 Dundonian.... it was almost the White Heather Club! But I'm not sure who was Andy Stewart! With Scotland winning, there was much beer consumed, and even more wine consumed when we headed across the road to Nusa Dua for food.

Thursday

Och ma hied! Ouch.

It's going to be yet another long day. I'm strugglin. I'm as about as useful as a cold cup of coffee

I just about manage to get through the rest of the day when I'm reminded that I've got Robert's leaving drinks to goto in the lightwell area of Treasury at 4pm.

Ouch.

When will this madness end?

It would be rude not to...... afterall, he's spent 18yrs there

So, it was more drinks, plenty of nibbles and Heather, Stuart & Nilesh and I head to Spicy World for a much needed indian.

After that, Stuart Nilesh and I pop into the pub opposite - 'one for the road' boys before we head our seperate ways home.

Friday

Oh thank god I had already arranged to be working from home in anticipation of my new shiny hi-fi arriving!

And that it did my fellow bloggers.

My new shinyness has arrived. It's shiny. Oooooooeeee and I can plug my ipod into it as well.

Och, come on. You know I am a geek.

I set it up, and listened to my music at full blast.....

And that was my Friday really......

Saturday 09 Sept

Waking up on a Saturday without a hangover is a very, very surreal experiance! But, I had things to do on Saturday before I headed down to 'Sarfth Lonodn', for Naomi & John's wedding celebrations.

And as it turned out, just as well I did get up early as I did a washing, had a shower all before Felicity and I headed up to Church street for brunch and margareta's in Mecados

And after a wee dander along Church Street, being dragged into clothes/shoe shops by Felicity it was back home to pack a few things into my rucksack (as I'd arranged to crash at Naomi's & John's after the party), plus fit in the Airbed & pump for John's relatives!

Christ that bag was heavy!

Kate & Matt had just arrived before me and we found seats to sit down and relax in and start attacking the buffet.

Chocolate fountain.

Need I say more?

hehehe.

We adults, were fighting the kids to get close to the chocolate fountain! More and more people arrived and we ended up sitting outside as it was so hot!

Naomi & John Nishi, Sarah & Andy

Kate & Matt Mike & Eloise

Kate, Matt & Tim Mike, Tim & Andy

Naomi & John cutting the cake, and with wee Arron

More pictures of that night can be found at:

http://picasaweb.google.com/baskers1/NaomiAndJohnsWeddingCelebrations

It was a fab night, the was a wee band as well playing some easy listening tiunes and after they had finished there was some other music put on for us to also dance to.

Now this is were it all goes pear shaped for me!

There's me on the dance floor, joogling away - nowt to strenous remember, this is me we are talking about!, when all of a sudden I feel a sharp crack in my left ankle.

woah - and I am welcomed into a whole new world of pain.

Ow!!!!

What's this all about? Sore ankle. Ouch, walking is difficult. But then again, with all the wine consumed that night I didn't think much about it and managed to hobble home to Naomi & John's.

Sunday
I slowly waken from my hangover slumber.

Where am I?

Oh yeah, Naomi & John's house.

okay, head hurts a bit, but that's to be expected after a wedding night. I gently turn over in the bed,

OH MY GOD!!

Ow! Ow! Ow!

Whole world of PAIN!

What the hell?

Then I remember hurting my ankle the night before...... I slowly peel back the covers to reveal a cricket ball for an ankle.

This isn't good.

Naomi drives me to Lewisham hospital to get it checked out. Sunday morning in the A& E waiting room in Lewisham hospital. Oh this is such is good fun. I'm sitting rather painfully with Saturday night's nutter casualties.....

The doctors sends me for an x-ray, cause my ankle is so swollen to rule out any broken bones. I'm very lucky, nothing is broken it's just a bad sprain.

Yeah, like I hadn't figured that one out Sherlock!

I'm told to keep my leg elevated for a few days to help reduce the swelling - which should completely dissappear in 10-12 days, but as for the pain and getting full mobility back, he happily tells me it will be another 6-8 weeks!

Why is he happy?

Okay, so it ain't broken, but 6-8 weeks of this??? I've got Blackpool at the end of the month, and Kerry in Ireland mid October!

I get a lift back to the station, pull into London Bridge and jump..... haha... more like hop/hobble into a cab to take me home. I can barely walk, let alone face the trials of public transport!

I spend the rest of Sunday evening filling up on painkillers with my leg elevated. Knowing that there's no way in hell that I'm going to make it into work for the next few days in this state I order messages on-line from Waitrose for delivery tomorrow.

I aim to suffer in style! Although, not getting a lot of sleep cause I kept walking up as my ankle was throbbing is my idea of style!

Monday
And here we are, still in this world of pain.

I can't walk, I can just about manage to stand up but can't put any weight onto my left leg - unless I want to be blinded by a world of pain..... and as for stairs, well they are just out of the question!

I'm popping painkillers like there's no tomorrow - and well, I don't recall most of yesterday afternoon - it kinda went by in a bit of a haze.

Tim popped in about 8:30, and we got an indian delivered - watched TV and then fell asleep. Well I fell asleep for a little bit... and kept waking up with my ankle throbbing. Even trying to keep it elevated whilst sleeping is proving difficult.

Today
I'm still in that world of pain, and didn't get a great nights sleep.

Although, I am trying to cut down on the painkillers, I hate feeling that groggy. I think the swelling is beginning to go down, but the pain isn't. But I can manage to put a little weight onto my left foot, but only for about 10secs then it's the whole pain thing again.

Hmmm, it is interesting though, as the swelling is going down a little bit, I am beginning to see all these wonderfull colours on my ankle, green, yellow, blue, purple - ooooee bruising! I thought when the bruising came out the pain is supposed to lessen???

I think I need to up the painkillers again and welcome the hazey days....

God I'm soooo bored of daytime TV.

Uhm - so it's a rather been social week.....

Tuesday
So, after having a very, very relaxing bank holiday weekend getting up too nothin much, it was back to the grind.

Dorian was back in the office, I was back to more meetings, chasing up I.T., filling out security forms, chasing up the recruitment agency...... I was also trying to figure out how the hell to connect my new shiny phone to my work PC to sync up my calender.

So, whilst I'm sitting at my desk, fiddling unsucessfully with my phone, the Bernard pops down to gas with Dorian.... I can't resist playing with the camera function on my phone!!

Well hello there Dorian hmm.... very interesting!

hmmmm..... are you sure?

and after that brief encounter, time is marching on and before I know it's nearly home time! And of course since it's Vicki's second last day in the office before she leaves for bigger and better things..... well escaping Treasury is a start..... the immortal words are mentioned.

Pub?

Wine?

Old Monk?

Why, it would be rude not to!... so Vicki and I head down to the Old Monk for a couple of glasses of wine and we start to recall childhood summer holidays.

Now, for those who don't hail from north of the border, 'going to the Berries' will probably not mean that much to you;

Pickin yer drail clean?

Berry up?

Nabbling?

nippin up the drail for the lavvie?

Catching the Berry Bus at 6am in the morning?

Jam pieces?

It was bloody hard work as you can see from the photo above of me and my wee sister returning back after a hard day picking raspberries. Knackered!

Going to the berries consisted of catching the berry bus at 6am, getting bussed to a field and picking raspberries until it was berry up time around 3pm. There were no toliets, no facilities what so ever. You just stood in a field and nabbled all day, taking a break for lunch around 12, eating out jam pieces before going back to picking more rasps.

Och those were the days.....................

Glen also pops down to the Monk for a quick one, and then we all depart our seperate ways and head home.

Wednesday
Well, I thought the day was going quite well. Listening to Pink Floyd's 'Pulse' , album on the way into work. Meetings went okay. I was getting through my work okay..... then the Agency phoned.

One of the contractors I hired that was supposed to be starting working for my this coming Monday has pulled out.

Great.

Now I have to go through the whole fucking thing again.

• More CV's to look at.
• More interviews to do.
• More security forms to fill out.
• More notification forms to fill out.
• Another induction session to do.
• More phone calls to the Agency

It's just depressing.

So with that piece of good news, I sit at my desk and quietly fume, and grumble, grumble, grumble. Well until, Mary et al came over to Vicki's desk with a bunch of flowers and little leaving speech for her last day!

Awwwww....... Vicki wasn't expecting this!

He he he he he......

So, after all of that we head down to the Old Monk for Vicki's leaving drinks.

So, Vicki grabs a seat in the back of the pub...... Fenn turns up

and Glen, then Sunil with his new shiny phone, which Fenn loves

and I think Carmel also like Sunil's shiny phone!

So, after a couple of bottles of wine, Glen, Vicki and I jump in a cab and head up to Nusa Dua for a lovely malaysian/indonesian meal, washed down with another couple of bottles of wine.

A fantastic meal and converstion flows for another couple of hours and before we know it, it's gone 11pm! Ah, time to head home as we are all getting a bit worse for wear....

No, that would be the sensible thing to do wouldn't it?

And when have I ever not done the sensible thing?..... ;-)

I say my goodbye's to Glen & Vicki and head over to the CroBar and wait for Tim & Mark to turn up.

Oh boy. Oh boy. Oh Boy.

Thursday

I'm not sure what time I got home. But since that bar doesn't close until 3am, and the fact that I didn't wake up until after 1pm kinda gives me a rough idea.

God I feel rough.

Oh I feel bad.

Just as well, Jim, Kieran & Joanne are all off on leave, and Dorian is working from home today!

Oh I feel like hell.

Bed, sleep. Headache tablets. Sleep. No, it's not happening.

I venture downstairs to see what I have to eat in the house. Not much. It's hangover food time. All I have is diet coke and a pack of digestive biscuits.........I'm really living up to this health kick thing.

Ah ha... I see I have some mail. Bills, bills, oh and not a bill, a big brown envelope. What is this??

I rip open the envelope...... what is this?

Ah, it's my child! I have a child!

Confused yet?

I decided to do that world vision thing, where you sponser a child in the poorer areas of the world so that they can have an education, clean water and clean home etc etc....

So, I am now the proud sponser of Nafissa Djibo in Niger. I've been sent a picture, and an info pack about the whole sponser thing......I'll read through the rest of the details after I've recovered from my hangover! Head hurts too much.

Friday

Back into work. Back to chasing up various people, back to meetings! And yet another leaving do to go to!

This time, it's Claude's leaving do. He's leaving DCLG, and moving to DfT to work in Railways. Do DfT know what they are letting themselves in for? ;-). I meet up with Kate in the Litten Tree, who is still on the 'sparkling water' - cheap round for me then!

Claude eventually turns up - typical! Even late for his own leaving do! But that's Claude for you! :-)

and then Ken

and Nishi

and eventually Tim

So we now have a full house and the banter flows;

but I think Ken got a bit too much of the amber necter.....

Cause, he seemed to get drunk really quickly! Kate, Nishi & Tim didn't stay for too long, and not soon after they left the rest of us finished up and headed out seperate ways.

Ken & Claude wandered up to Walkers of Whitehall to meet up with Bumi and I jumped on the tube and bus home! Home by 9:45pm on a Friday night.

Today

I have no plans for today. Rest, clean the house, do a spot of washing and just relax. The weather ain't to great today so I reckon I'll just stay in, watch TV and potter about the house. If I'm really adventurous I may even pop out and grab a pizza later!

Organic, Organic, Organic - Stokey Darling, Stokey!

Have I lived in Stokey too long?

What's happening to me?

Remember I told you that I picked up some messages from Fresh & Wild on Saturday. And here's was me taking the piss at all the Stokey 'trendy media types', buying nothing but organic and reading the Guardian newspaper?

I made myself a ham piece yesterday, with;

• Organic Bread
• Organic Salad
• Organic Honey Roast Ham

Oh my god!

I never knew ham could taste so good! The bread, the salad - the flavours!

What have I been missing all these years? I never knew food had all these flavours.... How could I possibly go back to supermarket processed junk?

Even the organic milk tastes so much better.

Was this how food tasted in the old days? Christ, they are right - it was never as good as in the old days!

Okay, so it is more expensive than the normal supermarket stuff, but will my tastebuds ever forgive me if I go back to Sainsburys, Waitrose, Tesco's........??

Have I become a fully fledged stokey person? Well, I still read the Independent so there is hope for me yet........

It looks like it's a quiet one this weekend.....

So, where did I get to on the last blog???

Oh yeah, up to Thursday! Well I guess I should fill you in on what's happened today and yesterday.

Friday
It was a quieter day at work.... the place was practically empty with it being August Bank Holiday weekend. Dorian was back at work, and we had a wee meeting to catch up on things and then onto lunch!

Where we sat down with Vicki, Glen and Giles to not a really appetising meal, but plenty of banter!

Then a suprise! I receive a text from Euan, he was in Soho with his cousin and did I fancy meeting up with him for a beer??

Did I?

Did I?

Ohhhhhhh. Yes. The office was empty, and it was a dead, dead day.

I headed down to the Old Monk, and Euan turned up with his cousin Kirsty.

Then Nishi & James turned up....

and to really get the party going, Tim turned up!!

and so the banter flowed........

Until, Tim and I had to depart as we had tickets to the open air theatre at Regents park to see 'A Mid Summer's Night Dream'. Shakespere darling! Shakespere!

Which was just brilliant.... I will be the first to admit that I struggle with the surreal at times, and this play is certainly surreal in some parts - and where did the bald faries come into it? But I have to say, that I did enjoy it. I think so far, the 'Twelth Night', has to have been the best one I've seen so far, but this was still good. I think Tim prefered this one better than the last one...... After the play finished, it was a case of walking out the park and hailing a cab for home - which is just as well, because the heavens opened up and it was lashing it down!

Today

I was woken up at 10am by my mum phoning me up to thank me for the luxury chocolates that I had delivered for her birthday!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUM!

After the birthday phonecall, it was time for me to slowly waken up and head up to the post office to pick up a parcel that had been delivered. Nothing really exciting - just a memory card for my new shiny phone - woohoo - 1Gb of memory for my shiny phone. Just think of all the extra photo's I can take!

Hehehehehehehehe...........

So, it's getting near lunchtime and I head back down to Church St from the Post Office and am in search for brunch.

Ahhhhhh... Mexican style I think - I'm just in the mood for mexican

I go to Mecado;

http://www.allinlondon.co.uk/restaurants/restaurant-4264.php, and treat myself to Enchillada's Verdes, an orange juice and settle down to read the paper just watchin life wander by.

After that, I nip across to Fresh & Wild;

http://wholefoodsmarket.com/stores/stokenewington/index.html

and stock up on some food for the weekend. Fresh and Wild is a bizarre place, full of middle class media types eating nothing but organic, organic, organic, organic.

Will it rub off on me?

I doubt it...... but it will do for now!

I get back home, and have three choices;

• Tidy my room
• Fix the shower
• Sort through my mail

Suprisingly enough, I choose none of the options above and decide it's about time I start to build my Family Tree. It's something I've been thinking about for a while - and a bank holiday weekend is probably the best time to start something like this!

It's amazing how little I know about my larger family, so I decided to start building it and I seem to have gotten as far as I can with about 78 relations - I'm struggling with Names, dates of birth, places of birth etc etc. But, have gotten everything written down, well not really written - I'm using this genelogy software to build the tree - so I've saved the file and sent it up North to Mum and Dad to get them to print it out, paste it together and pick the brains of all my living relatives to see how much we can complete the tree!

When it's finished I may even put it up on my blog for you all to see!

So, it's now 8pm and I reckon I'm going to open up a bottle of a nice red french wine and nip out to La Barca and treat myself to pizza and settle down to some mindless telly.

Oh yeah.

Living it up big time on a Saturday night.

:-)

It's work Jim, but not as we know it......

What a week!

It's been a rather, rather busy this week since I last 'blogged' on Sunday. So, my fellow retrobates, just what have I been up to?

Well.

There's been work and then there's been play ;-).........

Monday
It was work, work, work. I had a very busy day at work, Kieran was off sick today, Dorian was back from his leave after getting married and I was also interviewing some contractors with a view to getting 2 report writers in to to a bulk of work. Never enough hours in the day!

On the good news front, on Saturday I'd phoned up 3 Mobile to cancel my contract and ordered a shiny new Sony Ericsson K800i cybershot phone from O2, and was hoping that it was sitting waiting for me back home.

On the even better news front KATE IS PREGNANT!!! I get an e-mail from Kate telling me that she won't be able to smoke or drink for the next 6 months! I mean, how in considerate of her, getting pregnant - who am I going to go to the pub with now ?? ;-) I guess I'll be on the baby sitting duties at some point in the future....... :-)

So, back to work and interviewing. I loathe interviewing. It sucks. But I suppose it's better than being the interviewee! It was one of those 50/50 days, not too good, but not too bad, and a bit of a long day as I didn't finish work until 7pm.

So I headed back up to Stokey, went for a meal in 56 at Newington Green with Tim, and we wandered on home. Tim was in for a treat on Monday night...................

No.

No, now stop it!

it's not what you think, you filthy minded individual!! ;-)

I treated Tim to an evening's viewing of 'Galaxy Quest' ; http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/subst/video/misc/dreamworks/galaxy-quest/gq-home.html/002-3113507-0060840 , a most fantastic movie. Think original Star Trek, being sent up big time by Tim Allen, Alan Rickman & Sigournay Weaver. It's one of the funniest film out there. If you haven't seen it, go see it!!!!

And by the way, my new shiny phone hadn't arrived.

Tuesday
It's another busy day of work, and I spent most of the day in meetings, leaving Joanne & Dorian to get on with kicking off the PESA & DQ report development project management workstream.

I finish work after 5pm and head down with to the cruddy bar to meet up with Kate & Nishi. Now this was fun. Kate has been taking the absolute piss out of me with my 'No alcohol on a weekday' rule - it's now time for pure revenge!! Now that Kate's pregnant, she's on the 'sparkling water', and I'm straight onto the cold bottle of sweet, sweet, intoxicating lager.

Only 6 months to go Kate..... I'm going to enjoy this ;-)

Tim, Glen & Sunil pop down as well and after a while it's on Glen and me left, and the hunger kicks in. Glen and I walk (not really that far), around the corner to a wee italian place on Victoria street.

It was actually quite a good meal and I'll probably go back there again sometime, but I can't for the life of me remember what the place is called! At least I know where it is though..... So we finished our meal, went our seperate ways and wandered back home to Stokey.

I get back home, feeling a bit worse for wear and wanting my bed and find that my new shiny phone has arrived!! Hoorah! Hoorah! Hoorah!

But I'm a wee bit drunk.

So I fall asleep. Happy that my new phone has arrived.

Wednesday
Ooooooooo. Waking up is bad.

I slowly come to conciousness. It's a painful process at the best of times. Then I remember that my new shiny phone has arrived. It makes walking up less painful. I play with the new phone a little bit and then hop downstairs into the shower.

So, there I am having a shower, giving myself a wash (now, get those naked thoughts of me right out of your mind there - you filthy pervert!) and was just about to start washing my hair when the shower hose/head snaps and falls to the floor.

It's not a good start to the morning! I'm all flustered and arrive into work late, with unwashed hair, feeling yucky! And as about as much use as a cold cup of coffee. This is going to be another long, long, long day. Tick follows tock, follows tick follows tock, meeting follows meeting and I'm acutely aware that I really, really want to wash my hair!

But on the bright side, there is my new shiny phone.....

And I wander round the office with my new shinyness taking photo's of Chris, the Bernard and Gerald;

thinking.... oooooooo. Shiny phone. 3.2 Mega pixel camera. I like my phone. Yes I am geek. I am geek girl. I wander back to my desk, sit down, and then look over at my bottle collection at my desk.......

Hmmm.... perhaps I should think about recycling these bottles. And then that thought quickly dissappears when I receive a text from Felicity.

She's had a tattoo done!

OOOOOOOOOOOuuuuuuuuucccccccccccccchhhhhhh!

Yes, she's in pain. Yes it hurt. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow!

So, after more meetings and shuffling some papers about I leave work and go to meet Tim, up off Denmark Street at 'The Angel'; http://www.beerintheevening.com/pubs/s/20/2012/Angel/Soho for a quick drink before we jump on the tube and train and head up to his house, where I spend the evening fixing his wireless network on his PC.

Yes my life is really that exciting. An evening working on the PC after I've spent the whole day sitting down in front of a PC is just what every girl really wants to do...............

Although I did get to see Tim's music collection, and for my efforts in sorting out his wireless network problems I am awarded a copy of a compilation punk album that Tim's band 'Newform' , had a few tracks on- 1979, Cardiff Punk.

I love the 'Blockhead' song.

It's raw.

It's punk.

Now all I need is a record deck to play it on!

Today
Well, I was suppose to be getting into work earlish but the delays on the Jubilee line put paid to that ;

At least Tim was able to kill time by reading the paper, whilst I spent the trying out the games on my new shiny phone. Remember, I am geek girl with new shiny phone.

I get into work to find Kieran off sick again, Dorian's working from home as he's got a delivery coming, so I'm all on my own....... and being pulled in 5 different directions with briefings, guidance, advice and more interviews, plus having to nip out at lunchtime to find a new shower hose/head!

It's a late one tonight at work with me not finishing till after 7:30. It's straight home, food and chill out watching telly and going through my e-mails etc and updating this blog!

Sleep now.