Rules

You can stick the rule that says, "No sticking rules up your arse", up your arse!

Up the workers

Our dress code at work has been revised downwards from "gentlemen must wear ties" and "ladies can wear what the fek they want to" to "business casual". Business casual has yet to be defined but is genrally accepted as "No Ties and gentlemen can wear ladies underwear on a Tuesday". This is, I believe, due to certain members of the department refusing to wear ties over the last month or two. It has been great to watch more and more "rebels" turning up without ties. It has been even better to watch the "rules bears" slavishly adhering to a stupid rule, just because it is a rule.

An email from our receptionist whilst I was away

"Would the person who has borrowed the air freshener from reception please return ASAP, a very smelly postman has just been in and I'm having trouble breathing!"

Back to the grindstone

We have returned from the Wild West of Cornwall and the not so wild, not so west, Dorset coast. All in one piece and pleasantly exhausted after a very enjoyable holiday of sand, surf, seafood and supping. Unusually, for one of our camping trips to Cornwall, we had great weather with the exception of one cloudy day, one rainy day and a very stormy night which our tent, moonbase alpha, weathered easily. We camped at Perranporth, a little "kiss me quick" town which has a fantastic beach with a damned fine pub right on the edge of it. Beachy and surfy type stuff was mainly at St Agnes, a pretty, quaint village with an excellent, child friendly, beach at Trevaunance Cove. The Eden Project provided a very interesting day out, if you haven't been yet you should put it on your to do list. Then it was on to Swanage in Dorset to join Sam’s best friend and his family for a bank holiday weekend of beaches at Studland and Durdle Dor, steam trains, medieval castles (in the footsteps of King John) and a beer festival at Corfe Castle.

Sam had a great time digging in the sand, throwing it into his eyes, throwing it into my eyes, running into the surf, out of the surf, back into the surf, back out of the surf etc. etc. He rapidly turned feral, staying up late, abandoning his shoes wherever possible, running everywhere at full speed, digging, hitting things with sticks and avoiding soap and warm water at all costs.

We even managed to coax Cathy into the sea, something that hasn’t happened since Jaws hit the big screen way back in 1975.

As you would imagine, I am NOT happy to be back at work.