We've all had our pictures taken yesterday at work, ready for the new company website. It was just like when we were kids waiting for the school photographer. There was a fair few prima donna’s about - Craig insisting he wasn't going to be on any photo's, and walking off in a strop. There was also a queue outside the loo with people holding make-up bags and combs.

I personally feel my best side is behind the camera – I hate having my picture taken and to make it even worse, I had to be on the Senior Management Team and the Finance & Admin one.

It was all taken very seriously, well by certain people anyway. The first shot was around the table as if we were in a meeting. The second shot was taken with the photographer on the stairs looking down on us as we stood in a semi circle in reception - feeling like idiots. That should be an interesting one, especially with the clients faces peering through the window behind us. The plus side of that one, for me at least, is with 3 inch heels on I didn’t look the shortest. Hooray!

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Scally still seems to be having a few problems linking to my blog – now it could be because I’ve been messing about again – I’ve moved over to Beta Blogger and have been playing with the templates for a start . Now if I could be sure that she wasn't reading this - I'd lay the blame at her door, but as I can't and don't want an ear brashing - beta's can be very tetchy, if you push your luck - I'm going to say it must have been something I've done and the link isn't working quite right.
She did get there evidentially and I can only think her page link was before I starting fiddling on Monday. No one else has said anything – but they wouldn’t would they – no one else leaves me any comments! OK, OK, nearly no one. *pout*

Shall I tell you about another time I messed - one of many I'm afraid. Now I could tell you about the wardrobes, but that would spoil Montgomery’s story – which he hasn’t yet posted, surprise, surprise. No, I’ll tell you about the time Tracy and I went into Sainsbury’s.

We were walking up and down the isles when all of a sudden, while looking at the crisps, we were hit by this most offensive smell – you see, you know what coming don’t you – Yes, she’d done it again. No one can drop one like Tracy – unfortunately there was another lady shopping in that isle. She started to cough and sputter and had to put a hanky to her nose. We both shot around the corner and burst out laughing - yes, I'm sure we will grow up one day. Walking down the isle a little further I noticed a basket of stress relieving foam balls, some sort of special offer. 'Look at this,' I said, 'that poor woman could do with one of these.'

As I picked the ball off the top of the pile to pass over to Tracy, the rest, seeing their chance for freedom made a run for it – bloody everywhere they went, all across the isle and under the shelving.

Now I would have left them and followed Tracy, who funnily enough had shot back around the other side of the isle again - but could still be heard laughing her head off - if it wasn’t for the fact a shop assistant had been stacking shelves right by the side of me.

I turned bight red – you could have cooked an egg – apologised and helped pick them up. When after about five minutes we had completed the task and I was just about to walk away, the stop assistance held the last one out to me. 'There you go, you’ve forgot to put one in your trolley,' she said. I thanked her again and walked away. I located Tracy, who was nearly wetting herself - she laughed even more when I hide the foam ball in with the packets of crisps on the shelf. Well, I couldn't very well tell the shop assistant I didn't want one, now could I?

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This is the Duck Scally has put up against my Octopus - it needs no comments from me. Anyway she’s quackers if she thinks she’s going to win this time – even as I write this, I’m one joke up on her.

A Duck walks into a pub and says to the barman: "Got any bread?"

Barman says: "No."

Duck says: "Got any bread?"

Barman says: " No."

Duck says: "Got any bread?"

Barman says: "No, we have no bread."

Duck says: "Got any bread?"

Barman says: "No, we haven't got any fricking bread."

Duck says: "Got any bread?"

Barman says: "No, are you deaf, we haven't got any fricking bread,ask me again and I'll nail your fricking beak to the bar you irritating bastard bird!"

Duck says: "Got any nails?"

Barman says: "No."

Duck says: "Got any bread?"


OK, I hate to admit it, but I laughed. If you knew what ducks were like - the greedy little sods - you'd have laughed too.

Ozzy and George - which considering it was taken with the flash on in the dark, isn't too bad a picture.

Oh, and Nicole - I still beat you to bed by nearly two hours! Please feel free to learn from my experience. ;-)