This morning, on my walk into work, about halfway through my journey I heard my woodpecker friend from week one. He seemed to be trying to tell me something. What he was trying to tell me was "you've forgotten your security pass, you've forgotten your security pass". He was right. I had. Normally this wouldn't bother me. I could just get someone to sign me in. However, given that the key to my drawers was also attached to my security pass, and my laptop is kept in my drawers, when I got to work I'd have been without my laptop, and therefore unable to do any work, which would mean that I wasn't at work at all, but merely I was at a place. So, I turned on my heel and traipsed home, confused the cats and picked up my security pass and then traipsed back to work.
Very little to do today. But there we go. It's nearly time for the Royal Wedding. The whole office was alive with chatter about that. No really. Ok, it wasn't.
I got a lift home with Ellen who lives over the road, and Melissa turned up shortly afterwards, after having her hair done. It looks lovely.
A hasty tea eaten, Melissa went out and I settled down to play CODBO again. I'd be lying if I said I played well and I stopped just before 8pm. Just as I headed up stairs feeling rather suicidal there was a knock at the door. It was the Samaritans. I shit you not. It was a young girl asking for donations but she wanted to take direct debit details there and then. I politely refused, due to paranoia but made a promise that I'd set up a small monthly donation online. I don't give enough to charity. Well. I don't give anything to charity.
Right, this evening Melissa has just got home and is heading for a bath. I'm going to watch a film, very possibly Mississippi Burning, very possibly with a beer or two.
