Rose - lovely frock.
Cremo - of course we can pay, you daft beggar. Well, I say that... I'm sure DP can stump up.
MI - you sound more yourself. And nothing like an aubergine to counter the sausage factor.
My career continues to be a slow progression into disaster, hastened periodically by me royally fucking up. Today's foot-in-mouth incident.... About three weeks ago there was a discussion on Facebook re school at which I volunteer with the little ones, called B. Sometimes it gets poor ratings, but this is due to low funding (as it said on the thread). I chimed in, as I always do when B is mentioned, about how marvellous it is, but that yes, I'd heard that they had to make some support staff redundant.
Yesterday I got an email from the head asking me not to discuss the school's finances on FB, as the parents don't yet know. She also, it turned out, emailed all the teachers telling them off for disclosing stuff (to me). I had no idea it was confidential, nor I imagine did the staff. I of course emailed back apologising profusely, and removed the offending comment. She hasn't written back. I am now convinced my potential career as a TA is permanently scuppered, as she'll never give me a decent reference. Not that I was using her as a referee, but her underling.
It is partly her fault for not managing her information leakage better, but still. Waaaaaaaah.
DP is also in Slough of Despond as he hates his job, has done for about a year, but his firm refuses to make him redundant, preferring to let him sit on his own doing nothing. Thoughts are turning to chucking it all in, moving to Devon and whittling wood.