Paper Murder

some shredded paper
Death to all paper!

I'm in work today again (getting a bit regular this eh?) and the morning goes very well, what with lots of bits and pieces coming my way to implement and certainly enough to see that 1pm arrives quickly enough so that I don't end up twiddling my thumbs.

At lunch time I have an errand to run, and that is to go into town and pick up the paper shredder that we'd reserved from Argos last night. It's a strange thing, but a couple of days ago both Phil and I almost simultaneously came up with the idea of getting a shredder for mutilating paper work that would best be recycled as tiny bits rather than as a whole - and besides, with identity theft becoming a regular problem these day's it's probably better to be safe than sorry.

Whilst I'm in town I also raid a couple of the charity shops and manage to get some more glass beads, which I think will be dandy once they have had a bit of a clean and such like, and met a very sociable lady with whom I had an extended conversation about the virtues of having a bath rather than a barth, mowing the grass and not tending the grrahasss, glugging out of a glass rather than sipping from a glaahrse and trapsing up the path rather than walking up the parth... as they say you can take the girl out of lincolnshire..... :)

The afternoon then goes quick enough, with the quick dismissal of one project that's been sitting in my inbox for weeks waiting for some clarification from the Boss. It seems he didn't understand it either so we've sidelined it again until he gets time to figure it out - they also ask me if I'd like to work another day a week, which I told them I'd think about. If I do, it means I'd have to work saturdays to compensate for other work I do at home, but it's something to ponder.

the fockers and inlaws
Inlaws and outlaws... one big happy family ;)

Since there is nothing on the box of interest tonight we watch Meet the Fockers, and uncannily it struck a chord with me, I can only hope that if and when my parents meet Phils' it is slightly removed from the filmscript of the Fockers...

... though I doubt it :)




Posted by Abi on the November 9, 2005 9:30 PM

Men make parses and girls who wear glarses. Tut!

Alex at November 14, 2005 6:38 AM