A quick resumé of my week so far, then ...

My new trainee, FoxyLady, the actrice has started her training - BoyIdiot, as can be imagined, filled his little white sport socks when she arrived (not a nice image, i grant you) ...

In the meantime, i've been contacted by a famous, in-her-own-lunchtime, chanteuse (i'll have to think up a name for her too) who wants exactly the same deal as Foxy ...

Marge, the accounts woman, has been on my back since the start of the week for client dossiers that are incomplete - they're not incomplete as such, more kind of, well, 'arranged' according to my own personal filing system under the piles of stuff that's been accumulating on my desk ...

Finally, i've just realised that the equivalent of the poll tax in the U.K - la tax d'habitation - is due any day soon, and i don't know how much it's going to set me back ... i've got the insurance people hastling me and sending letters about a renewal of my contract (i'm reticent to pay because of the above, and i'm looking to move anyway) ... and the third installment of my income tax is also due any day soon

So far, it's been a pretty uncool week de merde

:'(