Work this week has been horrendous.  I would blame the 4 day week, but last week was pretty bad too.  I don't mind working late while I have nothing/no one to go home too though.  I do having to do 4/5 peoples work on top of my own, but c'est la vie.  Also there is a women at work I want to punch.  She is such a stupid skanky mare.  I wish she would just shut up.  About everything.  Shes stopped talking about her bedroom antics for now, but I expect Monday we will have to hear all about the weekends events.  We have an open plan office and her voice just CARRIES through my whole section.

Someone else left work today, and we had boardroom drinks, which was nice.  I then went to see Step Brothers at the cinema and it was utterly brilliant.  Just brilliant.  In everyway I thought it hilarious.  SO many hilarious bits, but I am still crying at the 'final song'  not to mention Boats n' Hoes, which was legendary.  There were so many quotable parts of that film.  I might have to go see it again.

Unfortunately in the cinema, carrying my swim kit, work bag and mint choc chip ice cream I fell over (I am the only person I know that falls UP stairs and not DOWN them) and ate step before the film started.  I was kinda embarrassed and none of the kids asked if my 32 week pregnant self was okay.  An older man at the front asked if I was okay, but the only thing I could muster was "The important thing is my ice cream survived!" and then I did some weird neurotic horsey laugh like you hear deranged rich women.  The shame.  My knee hurts and my belly kinda hurts but I'm home now and was prepared for the fact that clumsiness gets worse when you are preggo.  But enough of that. 

There was something else I was going to say but I forgot.  Tomorrow I am mailing biscuits to Gwindylyn and Shawndaddy.


I need to lie down a while.



Maybe tomorrow I'll have crumpets.