I was out walking my dog this morning and a big friendly dog bounded towards me, Hank oh me and I slipped and fell in the mud. Luckily I’m in a good mood and the man helped me up or I would have cut a bitch.
I think it's because they're doing a "fun day" in here today and I absolutely hate those things. But it might be because I ate too much caramalised onion hummus and was awake with the farts* until daft o'clock.
When this office is (for some inexplicable reason) so COLD that we had to turn the HEATING on last week, then why do you always have to open the window so I'm sitting in a draught and can hear the INANE RAMBLINGS of people outside?
Christ, what a day. Fucking evil. Almost all the "award" winner were utter cunts, including one I had to clean up after which fucked me right off. God, I miss Mark E Smith right now.
I always order far too much from a takeaway as we like a bit of everything and to get that we need to order several different portions of food. Last night we got an Indian and as ever we had LOADS left over. I served it up to my two for dinner again tonight. I am a bad Mother apparently. I DONT LIKE WASTE.