The tuburculosis thing has almost cleared up now: i'm just left with the dastardly, scummy, lung bursting coughing bouts - which is great for assuring an empty place on the métro in the mornings and incidentally has also done wonders for my abs in the process :)

Work is the same as it ever was - bonkers mad clients and raving loony tunes trainees, with most notably, one who only wants 'old' trainers .. no chance ;)

MissusBossWoman wants us (Her+BoyIdiot+me) to go out to lunch to 'chat things over' ..bof bof bof

So far i've managed to put things off by saying that i'm waaaay too busy to contemplate leaving the office even for a quick sandwich - how long that one'll hold out i can't really say, but i'm sure i'll find another excuse.

Tomorrow is wine tasting night and i'm supposed to be the 'point man' - 'supposed to be' as in that i've been laying low and have pretended to be unaware of the whole thing cue :"who's the guy that works on the ground floor again ? "

If it gets sprung on me, i'll try my best petted lip thing and pull the "but but but .... i've got a date tonight" stunt ... unless there's a hottie in attendance .... we'll see what happens ... ;)