Just got an email from our boss M, the one I had the less than enthusiastic conversation with as detailed in my post "oh shit!/Oh good!"

She is arranging a meeting early next year to discuss such riveting prospects for our decimated team such as "Direction" and "Baton passing" and "responsibilities"

Basically a waste of time, as I will have to do whatever I am told so why do I need to be there.

But the best thing is the date for this pow wow.

The Third of January.

I AM ON ANNUAL LEAVE AS I WILL BE FLYING BACK FROM NEW YEAR IN EDINBURGH!

Re fucking Sult!

Of course I will not be mentioning this till everyone else has confirmed their attendance so it will be too late to change it.

Ahhhhh, I love it when a plan comes together!

A member of our team died recently of cancer of the bowel.

A card has just come round and stopped in front of me to sign.

I have never done this sort of thing at work before. I have no idea what to put....

The guy was fine, we got on OK - well I did once tell him to go fuck himself about a year ago but that was because he was being an arse over some minor office bollocks and I had had enough.

He was good at his job and never caused me any work related agrovation.

But its just difficult. Someone you would classify as a "co-worker", someone you had no shared interests with. Someone you would have a laugh and a joke with on occasion and argue with on others.

So I passed the card on to someone else and I will think of something to put.

First time for everything I suppose.

As Robert Plant might have sung at the O2 had he been off to Edinburgh this weekend.

Which is what I am doing.

We are off to party as it is Shipscooks birthday soon and also to see the moff.

Whilst up there we will take in the Frost Fare and all the good foody and drinky things therein.

I am so ready for this trip away (again)

Trips up to Edinburgh have a habit of coming along just when you need to run screaming to the hills I find.....

The shopping last night that is.

Why did it go so well?
Because my dear fluffy chinned 0.5 of a reader, I did it bloke style.

I knew what I wanted, where I was going and in which order I was visiting the shops. In – out, no messing about - like a dull sex life.

So I was done by about five. Now the dilemma, should I stay and have a drink and let the crowds thin out on the tube or go for it. This may come as a shock to you all, but sometimes I don’t actually want to sit in a pub and watch the world go by. So I went for it and ran screaming out of London. Well down into the tubes and they were not that bad actually.

Got home to a quiet and empty house as Jo had taken Sarah to see “Mother Goose” at the local theatre with a load of other kids. Urrrgh! Multiple children give me hives! Thank god I was spared that one. So I played guitar for a bit till they came home around nine, tucked Sarah into bed and fired up the computermagigthingy, and cracked open a bottle of red wine.

Silly twat that I am, I got caught up in yakking on that googlematalkywotsit till gone midnight so am a little less blessed with get up and go than normal. The price you have to pay for having fun I suppose.

So nearly all my Xmas shopping done then.

But still, in general, Bah humbug!