It's payroll today - so I'm afraid that this is going to be short and sweet. Please God, just for once, let this months payroll run smoothly. I'm really not in the right frame of mind to cope with idiots that go out of their way to make sure that they make it as difficult as possible to get paid.

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I only left the room for a few minutes yesterday, five at the most and they pinched it. O.K. I’ll admit that I didn’t spot that it had gone straight away. In fact I’ll be honest here - it was over three hours later before I noticed; which just goes to show how observant I am. You won't find me ringing up Crimewatch. I expected it to be there so my brain was still telling me it was there. I only noticed it had gone because I went to get something out of one of the drawers. What am I wittering on about? My filing cabinet that’s what.

When we had a move around in the office a few weeks ago the Company Secretary changed desks with Dilys. Yesterday he decided that he needed his filing cabinet by the side of him. Heavens knows why, because he’s now squashed up in a corner with hardly any room - but he's male and they have been known to have some bloody stupid ideas at times. I think it’s a throw back from our ancestors – a territorial sort of thing.

But his 'mine!' attitude did cause a few problems for Dilys - she was using the top of the cabinet as an extension to her desk, which to be honest isn’t very big. Unlike mine – which takes up half of the office, is ‘L’ shaped and still not big enough as far as I'm concerned. My work naturally migrates to every available work surface – which, by the way, included the top of my cabinet. Don't bother with any comments along the line of 'this is a woman thing' - we've heard them all before.

CS had the brilliant idea of moving my cabinet over to make up for the one he had moved. No one asked me, no one even told me. It came as a great shock to walk over to where it should have been to find a gap. Yes, a gap. Apparently my face was a picture – because they both burst out laughing. I’d even reached over to open the drawer before it dawned on me that it wasn’t there.

Not only has it left a gap – it’s left a load of dust and dirt on display as well. He could have got the hoover out and just tidied up a bit. And that’s another thing that's just typical of a man – they have a fear of domestic appliances. Any other piece of electrical equipment they are drawn to - like a moth around a flame. Usually end up getting their fingers burnt too.

And I nearly forgot - Happy St. David's day. Not that I'm allowed to forget - working with a welsh lady!