With regards to Monday's blog, I've had three people ask now if I'm the Brownie sat in front with the folded arms - NO, I'm not....I don't know where you got the impression that I have an attitude from!

Keep guessing.

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*Warning ~ Moaning Ahead.*

OK, I think I’ve worked out why Himself has a problem with me being on the computer late at night - just lately he’s been coming up to bed, I’ve said I’ll be about 5 more minutes, and he’s then drops off to sleep. Yhey, unlimited access!

Of course the down side to it was that after a run of late nights, I couldn’t get up yesterday morning - I didn’t get to work until turned 9. Even then I could have quite happily curled up under the desk and gone back to sleep. Of course it didn’t help matters that nearly everyone I spoke to yesterday asked if I was alright – I looked worn out, was I feeling OK?

Yes, I may have looked bloody awful but I didn’t need the fact rammed down my throat – I was quite happy to live under the illusion that I looked the ever professional, efficient, business woman.

The day didn’t get any better, just lately a couple of staff that have been booked onto courses – have then ‘forgotten’ about them and we’ve lost the money. I’ve taken to returning copies of the booking forms they've given me with the words - Put this date in your diary - written across the top.

One of the Team Managers came in and said I hadn’t let a member of staff from our Dudley office know about the four day first aid course he was booked on for next week. He now couldn’t attend and it was already paid for.

I'm sorry but I did let him know, I even gave him a copy of the letter we received from the training organisation confirming the time, date and venue.

The discussion went on for a while longer until I pointed out that if the said person didn’t know about the course – how come he’d rung the Team Manager to say he couldn't make it because he didn’t know – there’s logic there somewhere – but I was too tired and annoyed to care. I was then told by my Manager, who walked in half way through the conversation, that I should have informed the Team Manager of the training that was booked for his staff. Now hang on a minute, who authorised the training to start with!

I’m more than willing to take the rap for my own mistakes, I’ll even admit to making them – but I don’t see why I should take the fall out for other people’s incompetence. What else do they expect me to do to - drive them to the bloody course, maybe they'd like me to make them a packed lunch as well. I don't have the time to produce countless pieces of papers telling very Tom, Dick and flipping Harry about training - all that's bloody needed is for the person to put it in their diary to start with - it's hardly rocket science.

Anyway - the outcome was I spent nearly half an hour trying to cancel and rearrange for another day, without loosing the company any more money – while slowly simmering away to myself.

By the time I got home I was in a foul mood, dog tired and well pissed off – I think that about sums it up. Himself made the mistake of complaining about not being able to find his screwdriver set – he’d left it on the side in the kitchen.

Oooh dear, red rag to a bull – I was (insert swear word) fed up with coming home to a tip because nobody sodding else ever (insert another swear word) did anything. If he’d have put the (yet another swear word) thing away to start with he’d know where the (guess what? Yes, another swear word) thing was now!

I then rummaged around amongst the clutter, located the screwdrivers and slammed them down on the work surface in front of him. I followed this act with a wonderfully executed door slam and a good old fashion stomp upstairs.

You see this is where Himself comes into his own – he didn’t follow me. He knows when I need time to come off the boil. Ten minutes later, judging that I would have cooled off enough, he came upstairs. Had I quite finished with the tantrum? He asked. I didn’t feel that justified an answer, so choose to ignore it and carried on sulking into the pillow. Yes I do sulk occasionally - I like to think of it as reviewing my options through.

He lay down next to me and pulled me in for a hug – I resisted for a moment and then gave in. Then he started. 'See what happens when you stay up half the night on the computer? What time did you get to bed anyway?' He asked. I mumbled about 1-ish in reply – I’m hardly likely to admit it was a few minutes off 2am, now am I? I pointed out that I'd lost it over the mess in the kitchen and a shite day at work and not the fact I'd had a run of late nights.

Well he said, from now on I could come to bed at the same time as him, I was always in a right shitty mood when tired – and if I ever threw fit like that again he'd make sure I wouldn’t want to sit down on the computer chair – was that clear?

Huh...for the time being maybe. But I know when not to argue - and anyway I didn't have the energy. I'll just recoop and bide my time - give him a couple of weeks and he'll forget he said it.

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To finish on a happier note - here's the text joke Tracy sent me. I should have saved it for my rematch with Scally - but I figure it will put the fear of God into her when she see's what she's up against - a few of these and she'll soon be waving a white flag.

Anyone with a sensitive nature - stop reading now.


An Octopus walks into a bar and say’s “I can play ANY musical instrument you like.”

An Englishman passes him a guitar, which he then plays better than Hendix.

An Irishman gives shows him where the piano is. He plays this better than Elton John.

Then a Scotsman throws him a set of bagpipes.

The octopus fumbles about for a few minutes, and the Scotsman say’s:

“What’s wrong – can ye no play it?”


The Octopus replies:

“Play it? – I’m gonna fuck her brains out once I get these pyjamas off!”