Firstly – belated thanks to Kelly for her nice comment. I don’t get too many of those. Now insults…

And the leprechaun is writing again - she’d already sent her first draft of chapter two to the Scary One. I’m just going to have a bit of a snigger here, if no one minds. Guess who sent the wrong copy of her story back to her beta? So that all the mistakes where the same as the first copy she sent? Of course, the Scary One noticed this. *Tut, tut.*

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And it’s May Day. The only thing I really remember about celebrating this was learning Maypole Dancing at school. And a right palaver that was. It always took us just seconds to tie knots in the ribbons and absolute ages for the teacher to get everything untied again. No one seemed to know their left from their right, no one listened to any of the teacher’s instructions and I remember that we all had to do it in vest and knickers in the gym. We even managed to pull the maypole over on a couple of occasions.

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I’ve had a stressful couple of days, hence no blog. Yesterday I had to finish the year end payroll which required some figures from the Accounts Department in order that I could reconcile. Pulling teeth would have been less painful than obtaining the information I needed. Hence when I did eventually get home I fell asleep on the sofa. I think I managed half an hour on the computer last night until I decided that I’d be better off in bed.

I manage that sometimes you know – making decisions on going to bed without Himself bawling from the bedroom that I’ll be tired and won’t get up in the morning. To which he always gets the same reply – name one time that I’ve never got up in the morning. He can’t – I’ve always got up on time, even when I’m ill I still get up. OK, I may go back to bed later, but that’s hardly the point. Apparently Himself thinks of that reply as being mouthy. Well he’s entitled to his opinions, the same as the rest of us.

Today was no better as it’s the first of the month; I had the pleasure of running the first of the new financial year’s payroll. Payday is quite stressful enough without the added bonus of the across the board cost of living rise. It’s not as if everyone is paid a set salary, oh no. We have part-time staff and sessional workers and to add to my headache there was two bank holidays in last month. Yes, you are quite correct, I’m moaning. We’ve been here before if you remember – I’m rather talented at it.

To prove that I do have a sense of humour:





Of course this is the one month that Mr Darby’s salary will be wrong, but it still made me laugh. I put the sign on the door yesterday when I got pissed off with people asking me stupid questions to do with the photocopier.

And I’ve been too busy to share the photos from the weekend today, but I will share this one. I was stood on the stepping stones in Shrawley Wood taking some pictures when Himself told me to look at the dog.


I can’t decide whether he's wondering what the hell I'm doing stood in the middle of a stream or he’d stood there waiting for me to take his picture.