Friday night shopping wasn’t so bad – I found the new Terry Pratchett novel for sale. I knew it was due out soon, I hadn’t realised just how soon. Christmas friend visited and I shared what was left of my bottle of wine - I'd brought myself a nice bottle of wine to celebrate the payrise I'd been given on Friday and rather enjoyed the drinking of it before she turned up. I was a little merry, to say the least and she only got one glass from the bottle. How the worm has turned!

Saturday afternoon was spent walking around Belbroughton taking pictures of the Scarecrows – this year’s theme was James Bond 007.
We had lunch in one of the local pubs, which was nice but I started to get a sickly headache so didn’t eat all of it. No, it wasn't a hangover, we’ve had a head cold doing its rounds at work and I, being the generous sort, brought it home for the weekend.

I came home and watched the Rugby - I've still not got my head fully around that game. As far as I can tell it involves running with the ball and a lot of men jumping on top of you - such fun!

Most of Sunday was spent in bed, not with Himself - but a box of tissues and my book, other than a half an hour uploading photos and answering e-mails that is.

Today I’ve had to take the dogs to Bev’s for their haircuts, wash, blow dry and manicure. Due to road works it took half an hour to travel a couple of miles. It’s also Payroll day and I’m still feeling far from on form – I’d have taken the day off if possible. Never mind – no point in being a martyr and not letting everyone know, now is there?



Remember I said last week that the role of Office Manager is a diverse one? Well I had a new job added to my list. This time it was ‘can you look at this lad’s back? I think he may have Chicken Pocks’. See? Get all the good jobs, me. And yes, I had to agree although I’d have said shingles myself. So looks like there another epidemic doing the rounds in this area. Poor kid, he was in a fair bit of pain with it as well.