...is what I was thinking as I mopped out my armpits (in the bathroom, with paper towels and dispenser soap) this morning. I walked into work and discovered, upon my arrival, that I reeked in a particularly socially offensive way. I'm a classy bird. Much like my dog, who was treated to a trip to the beach on the weekend, and thanked us by throwing up rotten fish. Lovely.

The Curmudgeon starts his Noo Gig today. First weeks are dazzling and fun. Trying to work out where things are, remembering names, pleasant surprises (ooh, good window view!) and disappointments (Home Brand tea bags? What?!). Wishing him as much of the good stuff as possible.