The BESHes are now getting cross. Because it's taking ages. Now look, Universe, cut us some feckin slack.

[Ariesgirl]

Now also, in honour of the Rugby World Cup, we can also take our pick of the strapping, fine-thighed walking sperm banks who will be on display in New Zealand soon. I vote myself to be the tournament's physio and also we can judiciously place a few eager volunteers into the Pit for Gloom purposes. They are so incredibly tough that they are not likely to go the way of Daniel, Cap'n Jack and Mitchell.

Roll up, roll up....baggsy the first go on Jonny Wilkinson.

Macarooooooon how the hell are you? How is small Macaroon?

Faith I hate the spotting. It taunts me, I hang on to the thought of implantation every time. But the fecking droid usually turns up for me.

Dor love midweek drinking. This sunny weather makes me feel like I should be sipping cocktails. Instead I am sat on the sofa in my joggers with a cold.

Bugs busy doing what? Having a real life?

I hate work at the minute. Hate it.

Yeah the spotting is new in last few months just to add to the torture.

I want a friend with a pool!

Lends Bugger some of my Buzzwams - irritatingly in the fecking way in this heat.

oops, forgot the

Doesn't everyone have a County Council?

Bugs I hate my job because one of the key people I work alongside is a complete cunt. I have to rely on him to get his ( the I.T) team to deliver solutions for the projects I manage. They frequently don't meet deadlines, he is so disorganised & basically crap. And he whines about everything. I've done the supportive, helpful, listening Sunny & now I'm out of tolerance. We both report in to the same person & I know I would never get away with half of the things he does. Grrrr.

And whilst I'm ranting I just got my letter from the FC for our next appt. In fecking December. On my bastard wedding anniversary. Our last one was in July, they said SSG's test results would take 6 weeks, then we'd get a letter ( correct up to this point) then our follow up appt would be within a month. It's 3 months away.

The fucking droid is here. I need alcohol. Somebody just shoot me and be done with it!

Where I live isn't that posh, just rural!

I sat outside the pub last night & drank too much beer. And ate chips. It was great.

Bugsymalone they are all shit aren't they? I have been hoping he might get the sack but it seems to be taking forever.

I think most places outside the UK's largest cities have county councils. Derby has one. Derby is not posh. No sirree bob

I too spent last night drinking in a beer garden. They closed my old ward and split up the team so we had a bit of a reunion. I was mostly drinking spirits and cocktails. I am very, very sad and left at 11. I always feel knackered and sick when the Droid is lurking. Damn Droid!

We're that posh where I live that the government give the county council less money every year. i work for the county council. Joy. ;)

Just having a quick surf before I henna my hair and wrap it in clingfilm for 3 hours.

WINK

That ;) doesn't work for wink, is a bit wank.

Morning laydeez!

I am finally well-rested after a manic couple of days. I can't remember if I mentioned on this thread but on Wednesday a partner at my firm asked if I could speak at a conference in his place. 45 minute speech and then a panel discussion on a different topic. Neither of which he had prepared. So I had a completely manic day and a half preparing and travelling out to Germany for the conference. Got back late last night and have just had the first decent night's sleep in three days. I should have started the shagging last night but I was just too tired. Maybe I will do it twice today to make up for it. Maybe.

I am now contemplating a run. But it looks hot out there....

Droid's here. Feel like crap. Waiting for co-codamol to kick in then I'm going shopping for nice things and a bucket load of chocolate

I discovered a nice-drug-combination is co-codamol with a chaser of Feminax Ultra - it works a treat!

Think you should follow that with a vodka chaser. Would certainly work a treat.
Bollock to evil droid, administering a good kicking for you.
We have a county council, and of course a borough council in town. But Corby sure as hell aint posh!!

My ex-friend lived just outside Corby...Great Oaks? Little Oaks? Something Oaks...
I'm combining co-codamol with cider :) can't take ibuprofen cos it makes me wheezy. Curry club at Dsis tonight.

(Suddenly a tad worried kat actually is ex friend).

Oh my fucking shitting god- i have been drinking much wine whilst watching film with child and therefore have popped by feeling really really worried/guilty (would blush, but pished) about lack of contribution and here everyone is , mixing drugs with alcohol, and swearing about fellow employees just like I've never been away < where's the 'I sound patronising but really really mean it emotion> Huge mahoosive roundhouse terribly technical kind of kick you in the neck and it fuckin kills you type kicks to the fuckbastard droids.
sunny My sis is in nottm-I am so there before you would bear to think of it

I'm well away after 3 pints + drugs. Time for bed with hit wheat bag despite baking temperate

Nah baby you don't need to worry. I've only been here since April and we aren't posh enough to live in the nice Oaky place.

Well done on all this pharmaceutical experiments. I am a better junkie though coz I am injecting self. Looks proper classy. Not really out of place in Corby though. Nobody will blink an eyelid when I have to get a new needles disposal unit from the chemist.

24 hours until my big scan. Am seriously bricking it. Gaaaaaaaaaah.

Ah Phew though I only ditched her because she wasn't there for me when my Mum was dying so I feel justified
Ah the injecting is a class above. Wow can't believe it's your big scan. Confident you'll be fine but secretly squeezes hand