It struck me today how some people leave more of a void than others by their absence.

Maybe it's the bonkers one who's always getting up to crazy things and yet manages to come through un-scathed ... it could be that time during the sky diving initiation week-end where the parachute doesn't open and they unabashedly regale us with their brush with the death fandango at three thousand feet ... or the holiday in Greece where that beautiful dolphin they swam up to wasn't really a dolphin - but more of a hungry, man eating, white shark.

Perhaps it's the quiet, dilligent one that we don't really see. The one who's tucked away in some god forsaken, dark and dusty, forogtten old corner between the photocopier and the stock room. Who, nevertheless, is happy with their lot and soldiers on getting the job done with no fuss and bother ... it only dawns on us that they've been away when, by the coffee machine, we start to go over the most recent mishap to befall Marius ... who'll be off life support and walking un-aided any time soon now

You also have 'the obscure one'.

'The dark one'

The one that's crossed over to the 'other side'

Mayhem and chaos are their watch words.

Their motto is : "Now ... where's my friggin' hammer gone to ?"

If it's working, is fully operational and doesn't need fixing .. well what the hey ! Let's go head on and get it over with then ... let's smash it all to bits ... let's break it and scatter it all up

Dear, solitary, lonesome reader, please spare a thought for me in your prayers as i grimly announce that MissusBossWoman has now returned from her company sponsored beano to Savoie

*Run for the hillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllls The high princesse of the Sith has returned *