Now what makes you think that someone around here with a funny accent – no, not me! Is desperate (maybe I should have put an ‘extremely’ in front of that, what do you think – too much?) OK... is extremely desperate to find something else to do other than sit her arse down and actually write her bloody dissertations?

Is it the fact that she has blogged for two days running when you haven’t heard a peep from her for the past four months?

Or is it the time and effort she has taken to look through her books for those ‘Oh so fitting quotes’?

The whining about resolutions and procrastination?

The telling us all about how many of the 8000 words she has actually written (probably waffle and she'll changed them later)

No?

The ironing then? Well, we all hate that and from the woman who will even wear odd socks, I’m not really in a position to rub that one in, now am I?

I’ll tell you what did it for me, shall I? Not only has she started a new series but she actually stayed up till turned 4am the other morning to carry on writing it.

The lengths she has gone to not to start the dissertation has put even the likes of me to shame. And you know she had the audacity to actually moan about her students not completing their work and handing it in on time unless she chased them with a big stick?

So if anyone out there has a bit stick, there is someone over the Irish sea that could do with a wallop.

Form an orderly queue if you please.

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I was actually in a really good mood when I arrived at work this morning – but they soon put paid to that. I did ask that everyone hand their timesheets in on the 24th December, but only the brick wall was listening to me.

Consequently not everyone got paid fully today and someone hasn’t been paid at all. And do I care? No, I fecking don’t.

To top it all the radiator in the ladies burst so we’ve been without heating all day - and I didn’t take a coat with me. Pure laziness I’m afraid, I walk out of the house, get into the car, drive to my parking space at work - which just happens to be the second closest to the building - so there isn’t really a need for a coat.

Unless the heating fails of course.

I had got a pair of fingerless gloves in the car – I use them when out and about with the camera - so I did a pretty good Scrooge impression for a while. Unfortunately my fleece and thick welly socks were in Himself’s car, 20 odd miles away, so no bloody good to man or beast.

I couldn’t go home; I wanted to be paid after all and I'm always up against the clock to get it finished in time for the BPS – so Dilys and I took it in turns to wear her coat. We did look a sorry lot today; I reckon the warmest place in the building was the fish tank – at least they have their own heater.

Never mind, it’s mended now – so come tomorrow everyone will be moaning that they are too hot.