Sheesh!
I can't blog at work any more and tonight the trains were so crappy (those that weren't cancelled like mine was) that I am only just home and now off to bed with no bloody dinner, ready to get up again in the middle of the night and go back and do it again.
Sigh …
15 comments:
Take care.. xx hope the trains improve tomorrow...
Good night, Dive. I'm sorry you can't blog at work. That sucks.
Oooh! I've got it! You can get one of those phone card jack things for your laptop and then blog happily on either train ride! I just learned of those and they sound pretty nice.
Of course, now that I think about it, I believe you have to pay monthly for them and you might not be up for that kind of commitment. I DO think you need to get Maria's clever tracking system if you have a stalker though. Eek There are many free ones that give you various amounts of info. If said stalker knows where you live and likes to show up there you might just have to go the restraining order route. heehee
why won't they let you blog from work anymore? the bastids! actually, what i want to know is: why isn't shan writing mystery novels? she had me going for a second there! ;) xoxoxo
(i love you.)
(we all love you.)
(does that help?)
Stalker? What stalker?
That sounds awful Dive. You badly need a weekday flat in town.
Night night Dive - sleep well!
Son.... you certainly know how to get the sympathy vote don't you...tee hee. look no ! marks well just that one, have a good day....
Miss you now that I'm back, healthy! See you soon. REST when you can, okay? (Yeah...."Okay MOM!")
Dear,that commute sounds awful!
It's a too hard Monday after a fine
we. Sometimes,you do need a restful
night in London.( Maybe you could
squatter Buckin. Palace). I know,I know you favour your home and your bed.ok.
Nevertheless,very kind from you to have posted a bit for us when you came back. I hope today has been
better. Keep y c up.
Dive squatter in Buckingham Palace?
paHahaha!
To hell with kepping a stiff upper lip. Let's pour a stiff drink. Do you want yours neat or on the rocks? Tomorrow will be better my friend.
You must eat Dive. There's no point going to bed on an empty stomach; how could you sleep?
so is it wednesday or thursday ya'll work from home, sugar? xoxoxo
I can't believe they won't let you blog at work. What the hell are they paying you for?
Good night, sweet, mean ol' Dive.
Holy crap! How am I supposed to answer all this lot?
Hey ho … here goes:
Mum: They did … but not much.
Sassy: It truly does.
Shan: Those things cost a fortune in monthly fees here, plus my train mostly goes through satellite blackspots so the few people who can actually afford those doohickeys are constantly swearing and hitting their laptops in frustration when the signal keeps cutting out.
My stalker has been pretty quiet for the past eighteen months or so. I'm kinda hoping she died but I'm not that lucky.
Savannah: you know we are paranoid about security as we look after tens of thousands of schoolgirls. All social networking sites and blogs (or any other places where pædophiles can pretend to be someone else) are banned at the schools and officially at head office, too, though I'm allowed to keep mine going because the head of HR is a Dive fan (hi, Donna) but both of us could get into trouble if it keeps getting flagged up on the office servers.
Love you, too!
xoxoxo
Lynn: You REALLY don;t want to know. Which is just as well because I'm not going to tell you.
And hey; I work for a charity. I'd need triple my wages to afford even a single room with shared bathroom and kitchen around here (I know; I check weekly), so a London flat is WAY out of the question.
Shazza: Night night!
Mum: Back again? Well done for keeping the "!" count down.
Vic: As the office is run by elderly lesbians they'd probably love to take you up on that.
Katherine: Yay! I am so glad that the results are showing themselves so soon. You totally rule!
Anonymous: I would only squat in Buckingham Palace to poo on their carpets.
Vic: Ditto.
Mark: Cheers! Scotch, neat, please.
Mme: When I get home long after bedtime, angry and exhausted, I have no time to cook or eat. I love my job but I hate my commute.
Savannah: Both. Yay! xoxoxo
Petrea: Hee hee hee!
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