You know I was sorely tempted to change the blog set up again today, but had second thoughts. Pook’s sense of humour isn’t at the forefront at the moment – she’d no doubt thump me.

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OK, no photos today, something else instead. I have to state that this is ‘still work in progress’, but I wanted to show it off anyway. I like getting my own way ;-) Blogger doesn't do it justice really, you need to see it full screen.

I’ve watched this picture build up slowly over the last two months from just grey shapes and outlines, to what you see today and I’m truly impressed at Rudy Roo’s abilities. Not only has she mastered the paint programme which I’ll be honest, I’ve tried and failed at, but also her ability to produce the picture she sees in her minds eye. What an achievement.

It’s also interesting to see how her skills have developed over time from the last paintings which I published on 20th Feb. Well done Roo, I look forward to seeing this one finished.

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I don’t know why I was surprised really, it’s not as if I don’t know what she’s like. I doubt this will surprise any of you either – Pooks is getting a bit of a reputation with regards to computers after all.

Last night I sent ten minutes sat at the computer waiting for Pooks to continue talking on MSN messenger. Unfortunately she was doing the same. Just sat there waiting for me to say something. I’d sent 4 messages which she assures me she hadn’t got her end. God knows what she had done with them – she’s the only person I know that can mislay instant messages.

Anyway, I then talked her through a shoe crisis – she’s lost one in the move. Her trousers would be too long without those shoes. This is how bad she is for shopping, she was actually considering going into town to buy some new ones this morning. There is just no way that she only has one pair of black high heels, it was just an excuse to go shopping. OK, she may not be as bad as Scally when it comes to shoes, but she has a fair few pairs. And let’s be honest here – not even Imelda Marcos could out do Scally in the shoe purchasing stakes.

Then I basically talked Pooks to death until sleep seemed the only means of escape – anything to shut me up. At least she couldn't worry about the interview if she was asleep.

As I’m typing this, she will have just started her interview. So I’m sending lucky thought vibes. It’s not nice to have to interview for a job that you’ve been undertaking successfully for the last 12 months – especially as you’ve been carrying the work load of a man who is waiting to retire and everyone automatically assumes that you’ll do all that needs doing for the department to continue operating. Shame you don’t get paid anything extra for doing it either.