August disaster

It's not all bad, I didn't handle any paper, yesterday, but managed to end up with a papercut-esque slice in my little finger. Cause unknown. 

Then, today, I managed to fall off  a stile into a load of stinging nettles.  It's not the best outcome for the weekend.

Still, at least no papercuts and that, after all, is what matters.

Making friends

Yeah, look, you're funny and clever, but if you're not old enough to remember Clippit, I don't see our friendship working...

The past few years have been amazing.  My 'career' took a bit of a massive detour and I have met the most fabulous people. People who have taught me more about myself than anything in the preceding 30-odd years.  So I'm happier, more focussed and have some fantastic friends...  some of whom don't have any recollection of our beloved Office Assistant, but I'm trying to not hold that against them.

So perhaps it's time for an update on those Debs facts? Ah, why not... you've been patient enough.

Debs fact number HJ003483 - HJ003485:

• I love egg fried rice. Possibly more than I love socks (just possibly)
• I am almost definitely probably not scared of the dark (coff)
• I would love to be a goth, but I am far too chatty and cheery ☹

I think that's enough for now.  I don't want to overwhelm you with Debness this close to big sleep time.

So have yourself a nice mug of tea and try to not worry about Debs' futile goth aspirations. I'll probably want to be a hipster,  after lunch (this definitely won't happen). 

Hakuna matata.
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