Spooky Goings On & It's Written In The Stars

Its been a weird day. Four times either I've gotten into a car or bus or turned the radio on in the office to hear the song, Walking On Sunshine by Katrina & the Waves. AF wondered if a higher power was trying to tell me something. Eek!

Talking of spooky, my stars are telling me to write a book, which I already have. I just haven't put it out there, I guess. Im not sure if the world is ready for my literary style. I did consider serialising it & putting it on a blog but I'm a) too lazy to type it & b) scared of the response. What if no one likes it? Its kind of my little baby & I don't think I could cope with the rejection, although you'd think I'd be used to that feeling by now!

In other news, R has been behaving inexplicably strange all day. Every time he saw me he'd put his fingers in a gun shape & "shoot" me. Nice. Either he's displaying his intent or he's gearing up to watch the Bond movie thats on tonight.

A big boo to Nexus for whom I work out all our stats for every Friday afternoon before I leave & every Monday morning first thing. You know like who we transported the previous week, what type of social exclusion group they belong to etc - all fancy words the Council & Government like to hear. Anyway the head of Nexus came on the phone to moan that he had'nt recieved the stats since mid June. Lying son of a bitch. They are sent every Monday at about 10am without fail unless I'm on holiday. As it was after getting on his high horse for some time he realised he hadn't checked the tabs at the bottom of the spreadsheet. Once he clicked through those, the stats magically appeared. I didn't get my apology though, the bastard.

Oh & Im upset coz two of my favourite t-shirts have been ruined on my holidays by the suncream I wore *sob* though I am desperately trying to salvage them. And finally a MASSIVE thank you to T - my T not the horrid £12k T who's nicked my pay rise - you know why baby xx

Ciao for now

TJ