I HAVE PEPERNOTEN!
It's highly likely that, by the end of the day, I will no longer have pepernoten.
OM NOM NOM.
NETSUITE MUST DIE.
That is all. I now return you to your regularly scheduled silence.
Work is going fancy dress on October 30th. I have absolutely zero money to spend on a costume (the dentist stole my money) so I'm trying to work out what I've got from among my existing clothes that I could wear.
I think the most likely is probably my Victorian-style dress, although it needs a fair amount of work doing on it. I also need to whip up a couple of petticoats for it, because the frame of the crinoline shows through too much at the moment.
One of our vendors has brought a giant bag of Chinese junk food. I'm rather fond of the nutty boiled sweets but the Brown Rice Roll (Chocolate) has an odd after-taste. I'm being very English and refusing to touch the dried squid.
Anybody who has a mobile number for me - I NO LONGER HAVE A MOBILE.
If I've given you the number in the past year or so, it's even more important that you don't try to contact me on it, because it's a work phone that I've had to hand back!
May 1, Mark Thomas, Parr Hall, £15.
Who wants to come?
Email went round last week saying, "On Jan 2, the canteen will be serving all-day breakfast and lunch but will close at 2pm."
I just went down for lunch at 12.30. The canteen was closed.
THAT IS NOT 2PM. NOW I HAVE TO GO AND HAVE A SANDWICH INSTEAD. BASTARDS.
ETA: THE SANDWICH SHOP IS SHUT. SO IS THE CHIPPIE. DAMMIT, YOU BASTARDS, TODAY IS NOT A BANK HOLIDAY.
So I'm fucking off home when the next bus comes. If that's running, of course.