A couple of weeks ago I invited my friend (BigMac - she used to eat 2-3 at a time when we worked together) and her daughter (AbuDhabi) to come over for a meal out. While Mr Fink was getting ready, she and I were enjoying a cup of tea. I said, "Have you seen the bathroom since we had the bath taken out? It looks huge now, so much more storage space." She said, "Ooh I'd like to see that" and legged it up the stairs, threw open the door....only to find Mr Fink sitting on the toilet with his pants round his ankles. He screamed, she screamed, well it all sort of went downhill from there.
Today my boss was in the office all day, which isn't a problem he just gives me lots of things to do all at once. "Mrs Fink, can you print this off...can you photocopy this....can you transcribe this tape....how many annual leave days have I got left etc. etc.?" I end up with about 40 applications open all at the same time and the computer falls over and dies a lingering death. It was like this today and I couldn't focus on what to do next, anyway the phone rang and my hand picked it up before I put my brain in gear. So I'm sitting with a phone at my ear and I just couldn't think of what to say, so I said, ".....I can't remember who I am...." Gales of laughter from the other end of the phone. Sometimes a really good laugh is the only way to clear your mind!
