Dreadful Nonsense

Blogging: The New Porn.

I got a text message yesterday morning from lovely Moo, who told me with palpable despair that came flooding through the phone line that she could not longer access my blog at work because it was deemed pornographic by her work firewall. I laughed, and got back in to bed, because that's the kind of day it was yesterday. But last night at work I found that my laughter had come back to karmically bite me on the ass: my workplace too found my blog too porny, and I'm no longer able to read it or your very kind comments at all during work hours. What a big fat rambling shame of a thing. It's probably for the best though.

Long term readers of this blog - and by that, I think I'm only referring to He Who Only... because I think he wins the lifetime achievement award for reading this for far too long - will know that it's a tradition for me to constantly find quite good jobs and then jack them in for wildly over ambitious plans that somehow work out for the best. Such is my life. Well, some time this week - when the mood takes me, I think - I'm going to be quitting my lovely Ridiculous Job. I'm dreading this, because I think my boss might fall over dead. The girls in the office already refer to me as his girlfriend, because he seems to adore the fact that I'm willing to work stupid hours and run about with a grin on my face all day. I'm so afraid he'll cry. I'll probably blog it the moment it's done.

Finally, could everyone please wish Little Sister Edel and Little Sister Louise happy birthdays? Because it's their birthday, and they'll cry if they want to. You would cry too if it happened to you. Little Sister Louise once told me that the first thing she did on coming across my blog for the first time about six months ago was to look through the archives for mentions of her birthday. I've apparently never once mentioned their birthday in the last three Aprils I've been writing this. Sorry, Little Sister Louise. Hope this makes up for it.

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