I am probably setting myself up for a fall with the posting from work thing.  What can possibly be of interest while I’m sitting at my desk?  Nothing, that’s what.

Well, heh, I could tell you things about people suing their doctors, but I would get myself sooo fired.  Which would not be funny, long-term.  I can’t say it’s not tempting, but the lack of money and whatnot would be a bit of a bummer.

Ok, so on my desk there is, from left to right – a red folder, some photocopied letters, a three-tier in-tray thing which wobbles, a croissant, a bottle of water, a calculator, a desk tidy, a rubbish calendar I can’t write on, a cube calendar which rocks because it’s a bit like a Rubik’s Magic, unrecycled Christmas cards, a cup of water, half a mug of cold coffee, a post-it with cinema times on, my mobiel phone, a monitor stand, a monitor, a keyboard, a computer terminal, a phone, a mouse pad, a mouse, a tube of moisturiser, a barcode scanner with a really loud bleep a hole punch and someone else’s work.

I think I’ll go home early.  That’s just depressing.  Why did I type that out?  Oh god.  I had an interesting thought part-way through that but I didn’t act on it and now I just have the list.  Perhaps I can get it back.  Or perhaps I’ll just eat the croissant.