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2 days left....
How are you supposed to do a handover at work, if there is no-one to hand anything over to?
La la la...
Shall I go for a wander and pick up a tunnocks tea cake and a latte, or shall I surf the web a little longer?
Perhaps, I might buy a rocking chair on-line. A white one. I've always wanted one.
La la la....
Do you think anyone will actually notice when I've gone next week?
Just. About. Food
Firstly I am so hungry that I may not finish this post before I rip off my own arm and eat it.
Secondly, if you had a baboon, an em, a YAAGers and a Laurieloo coming round for tea... what on earth would you feed them?
Now hang on.....
How come I leave the company 4 days before the work everything-is-free Summer party at Kensington Roof Gardens? That doesn't seem fair. I hope they don't let the new girl go.
*Thinks for a moment about behaviour at previous work parties*
*Flash back of not being able to hail a cab on Chancery Lane for about an hour because I couldn't let go of the lamppost my colleague had wrapped me round for fear of falling into the road*
*Flash back of waking up in 4 poster bed in a mansion with a croquet lawn, olympic size swimming pool and tennis courts after a shot drinking competition and realising that I was many miles from where I had been at the party with no clue how I had gotten there*
*Flash back of telling along-ago fat old boss that I had a bit of a thing for him*
*Flash back of waving to the boy from accounts who I fancied and then tumbling into the road tearing my fishnets and legs into shreads*
*Flash back of being chased through Covent garden by an angry doorman*
*Flash back of breaking to my neighbours house when I got home at 4am because I hadn't forgotten my key and then drinking ALL THEIR GIN*
Ah well... it's probably all for the best then.
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She is a god to me...
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The evil 'boon hand forced us to drink those 8 bottles of wine...
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The food at chez daisy was so bad that finally two of the guests resorted to eating their own hands...
True.
Jk: Hello darling - what do you fancy doing tonight then?
Daisy: I thought we could go to the cinema...
Jk: You got pissed last night didn't you?