An admission...

Today I have decided to admit to myself that my PMT is getting out of control.

I need something to take the edge off the moodswings a little, before I go completely postal.

Luckily I seem to be holding off the nastiness at home and work (it's all internalised) but this is only a matter of time. And I'm worried that if I leave it, it's going to head into full scale depression.

Suddenly...DRAMA.

The shelf in our stationary cupboard has fallen onto our office manager. She's covered in tinsel and christmas decorations. This would be funny (and I was tempted to get the camera) but she's hurt her neck. I'm ashamed to say that I panicked...I was the only other person in the office and she was awake and giggling. Then she realised her neck was hurting. Oh dear.

The paramedics are here now. I can another Dotmund situation arising. Oh yes.

It's raining again. I can hear the pitter patter.

Actually it's not so much 'pitter patter' as THUD THUD THUD. It sounds as though the pigeons are dancing on the roof of my office in hobnail boots.

They told me 'you'll love Suffolk, it never rains here'. They LIED. Ok, it doesn't rain like it does in Manchester (once a year, from the beginning of September till the end of May), but it still bloody rains.

In other news, I'm being very very productive in work, to the point of being able to actually archive some of the larger claims files. It's a Very Interesting Job.

God I'm bored.

I know I'm absolutely useless at keeping up to date with this blog malarkey, but actually, on the face of it, this blog has been updated more than any other. Oh yes.

I should put some pictures of our housewarming in here really...there are a few of me looking like a giant drunken red-headed weeble-wobble. So very very sexy. Oh yes.

I really am a big pile of shit.

Look at how often I've updated this blog.

The problem is that I rarely have anything important to say, that I haven't blabbed to b3ta or 4rthur a million times already.

Anyhoo.

I'm bored. I appear to be having a month long bout of PMT.

Oooh sunshine!

It's been gloriously hot and sunny here for the last week or so - today we're nudging up to 33 degrees in the office.

All of which means they have FINALLY bought us an air conditioning unit.

I shall do the dancy of happy happy joy joy in a bit when I have cooled down a bit.

I am not in any way chuckling at my bosses both trying to understand the operating instructions.

Oh no. That would be a bit mean.

*falls off chair giggling*

In other news, I got wankered at the weekend, died of a hangover and then wilted in the heat and humidity. I'm plodding along in work, getting stuff DONE for a change, and laughing at the sheep - they look like very grumpy clouds at the moment, this heat isn't good for anyone wearing a woolly jumper. They are due for another shearing I think.


God my life is so exciting.

I'm yawning whilst I type this.

WE NEED A NEW MATTRESS.

I don't think I managed more than 2 hours sleep last night, without waking up, shifting position and moving my pillows around. It was awful. I've also had cramp in both my calf muscles at some point, and I'm bloody achy.

Winge, winge BLOODY WINGE.

On the plus side I have exceedingly middle class food for lunch today. Bayonne ham and some cheese from the French Market. It's exceedingly lush, though if I had my way I'd have bought much much more yesterday. Luckily for my bank balance, Mr Wicca had hold of the purse strings, and dragged me away from the cakes, the olives and the sausages...it was a bit overpriced if I am honest, plus I was hungry which never helps ;)

Still....he's in work next weekend, and Waitrose is at my disposal. BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!

Christ on a shitting BIKE.

Our resident South Ifrican troll has gone mental again.

It's really quite sad, she's obviously very very VERY ill.

I have no patience with her though, there are others on b3ta and 4rthur who suffer from mental illness, yet they manage to do so without spacking out at the board.

She's not stupid either - she's been creating IP addresses and new usernames just so she can spack and then say 'It wasn't me! I've done nothing wrong, you're just picking on me.'

I swear to the gods, that girl is a court case waiting to happen.

The really sad thing is that she thinks she's done nothing odd at all. It's just weird. B3ta is not the place to expect fluffy toleration of all your personal foibles - hell, we get pissed off at people who can't use apostrophes properly for fuck's sake!

Now I am paranoid that I haven't used the apostrophe properly in the above sentence.

It's been one of those days, today. Everyone has a naaaasty tummy bug, and there are two people left in the office. Sod's Law dictates that I will remain perfectly healthy till 5pm on Friday, whereupon I shall start vomiting like a supermodel at an all-you-can-eat buffet until Sunday evening. You can bet your life on it.

See? I'm updating. Look at me updating. I'm ace I am.

This weekend I mostly screamed at my son. Oh lordy he was a shit and a half. I love him dearly but sometimes, just sometimes I get to the point where I can't do anything to stop him being an utter git - short of having another child and hanging it as an example of what giving mummy a nervous breakdown can do.

Then yesterday, after working all day I went to see this man. Yes kids, it is FOLK MUSIC. He's bloody good is Eric, if a little miserable sometimes. He makes up for this with the song He's Nobody's Moggy Now, which is bloody ace.

The support act made me wee though - a duet from a Suffolk folk club. Without wishing to be too cruel, the guitar playing was lovely, but the singer was in her late 60's and sounded like my gran...difficult to describe, but imagine Betty from Emmerdale's face and Hilda Ogdens voice. Oh yes.

Tonight I have been listening to music, and am currently singing along to Candi Staton. I like singing I do.

Oh piss.

I'll keep it updated, blah blah fucking blah.

I'm going for a shower.

Then I'll update. Oh yes. I'll update it HARD.