as I wander past on my way to bed.

What DID Oliver Reed do to celebrate?

Goodnight.

Everywhere you find to park down on the south coast is "Pay and Display". Guess how long you are going to be there for, and stick your little sticker to the inside of your windscreen.

So you need to have a good supply of one pound coins and silver. I spent most of the holiday last week walking round chiming like I had a pouch of dubloons about my person. And today there is roughly a half stone of shrapnel in my pocket that (at the last count) came to £13.36.

So, in an effort to offload at least £6.40 of said weight, I paid a visit to the pub at lunchtime. And did said weight loss thing.

Ahem.

In other news, after working through all the voicemails from last week, I have decided that I really do hate the general public. And I am damn sure the feeling is mutual.

They have not (yet) completely changed the job I was doing.

They have not (yet) cancelled our move back to Soho in November.

I have not got a huge pile of letters on my desk. Just four.

Mind you, I have not checked my voicemail so there is a potential nest of vipers waiting right there.

But so far, so good.

And we don't appear to have a lot of work on. And there are very few people in today, due to leave and illness.

But within Five minutes of being hear and having a good swear at my boss, he was hear to say

"Oh jayzus your glad to be back now are you not. Well rested and happy my arse!"

He loves me really.