After another hot sticky day in the office and an evening of shattering my daughters career hopes, I am going to curl up on the sofa with the Mrs and watch CSI, which is taping now.

Jo has been at some meeting at the church where they were discussing getting a new vicar. I think they wore the old one out. "Why a meeting? Can't you just stick a card in the window saying Vicar wanted, all the Holy water you can drink - apply within?"

Well apparently not.

You have to sit around talking about it and discussing wether or not you want a woman vicar (lots of fist shaking and hurrumphs from the older near death experiences in the congregation and such)

Oh well, gets her out of the house I suppose.

They just played bat out of hell on Planet Rock, and to me (and possibly Kizlode) that means only one thing.

The DJ has gone for a piss!

That is what Neal Kay used to do when we worked for him, mind you as soon as that song started up we would head for the bar or the toilets ourselves (normally the bar) then go look at the bikes in the carpark outside, then go chat to some friends, play a game of pool (kiz would play and I would poke the balls around the table and arse around in a very poor impression of someone who had the faintest idea how to play) go for a three course meal, read "War and Peace" AND "Crime and Punsishment" and still be back in the club before the last note faded.

Or something.

Sarah and I are sat on the sofa and she is reading me the book she got from school. It's called peoples jobs, and when we get to the page with the Vet on it she says

"Thats' what I want to do when I grow up. I have been practising on my toy dogs"

"You only want to do that so you can play with lots of animals" I said.

"No, vets have to look after animals and make them well"

"Darling, they also have to put animals to sleep sometimes. Do you know what that means?"

"Yeah like that" she says and points to the picture of the Elephant in the book that has been knocked out so it can have its foot looked at.

"No darling, it means that when an animal is too ill to make better or in too much pain, the vet has to kill it to stop it hurting."

A suprised look and a disbelieving grin appear on her face.

"Oh my!"

I am available as a careers adviser at very reasonable rates.

(she is fine by the way)

The good news is - the Air con is on in the office.

The bad news is - it is not doing to well and the outlet in the ceiling behind me rattles like mad!

I really wish I had gone down the pub at lunchtime now.

bugger.

I may have to pop round to the bang bang for a drink.

Just for research purposes like.

Ah, one of the sweetest phrases in the office lexicon, meaning "no one can have a go at you for using the net"

Can't print, can't access my files so am generally buggered.

So this is me typing bollocks with no "gameplan" (sorry parsley)

The tall blond with the dark eyes who turned up today has gone off for a meeting and she realy is too thin. But her face is very nice. Why am I such an awful letch? Not that I will be doing so much as talking to her, because that would be a bit much. I am here to work. ahem.

It is actually cooler in here today, 25.9 in fact with 63% humidity. We hit 29 yesterday which is not fun.

God this is a dull post. But I am bored and it's high time you were too!

The boss is in today and I am going to have a word with him about the state of this office - sweaty, smelly, unpleasant - but he's good to his staff.

(boom boom)

And one good thing about this office has just walked in - A BABE! yep, she must have had the day off yesterday and she has just come gliding in - tall, dressed in black, blond hair (well you can't have everything) and pleasing on the eye.

I may even stop swearing!

For a day.

ahem.

Edit - She has the darkest eyes! they look almost black! (sigh.) bit skinney though. her, not her eyes.