I am sitting in my office, it’s 1.30am just gone. I’ve been thinking about going to bed now for a few hours but got distracted by about everything. I now find myself thinking about it only to have a gathering of about 3 teenagers outside talking about nothing. It’s not like I live in a town or anything - where did they come from and whose kids are they? We’ve been getting a lot of trouble from kids lately which hardly sits with the ideal life our village likes to convey - I think they are being shipped in from somewhere or something these hoddie wannabes, could never be some local’s little darling now could then ;) Now, if they can only speak up a bit more I can hear the gossip rather than a pubescent low grumble that is droning on.

…you try to light your cigarette with your usb pen.

My office today took on a new business venture - as of today a brand new rodent motor-way seems to have been opened. I am considering on charging them a toll. The house we live in has been making ‘rodent’s inside’ noises pretty much since we moved here and being that both an old listed building and being in the countryside, we do expect some rodent ventures.

Did you ever have one of those days when only at the end of it you discover your jumper is on the inside out? I know it can’t just be me, or at least I am hoping I’m not going for the doh! lifetime achievement award - can you get female Homer Simpson’s? To possibly mirror the insanity of my life and work - not much life more work actually but there you go - I today just about half an hour ago discovered my jumper has indeed been on the wrong way all day. I feel a bit like I should be confessing this as scatter brained anonymous or something, but there we go.

Since a kid I’ve always had one idea they gets me through the harder times and that is the karma slug. The next time you feel someone does you wrong don’t get angry or seek some skewed justice, just think that this person will if karma exists come back as a slug. Obviously being a slug possibly isn’t the worst thing in the world. I am not saying slugs are the lowest being. As a kid though I remember salt and slugs and the rather negative effect it has on them. So in my mind karma slugs does involve salt and slugs I am afraid. The world of karma slugs isn’t fair but it really does get you through those tough times, well it always works for me.

I have just spent the past 3/4 hour trying to catch a rather feisty daddy long legs in my study. Aside from the fact that the number of these seems to have gone off the scale, my husband has thought it would be great fun to teach our dogs to eat them - not that they needed much teaching and yes, much wall running into does ensue frequently. To try and get some sleep I made it my mission to save this particular insect who has come into the house of labradors unaware of the furry perils waiting for him.