Friday

Bishop is positively salivating at the possibility that our new start may be a 'stunning babe.' Crazy Horse, who normally drip feeds information as slowly as possible, in a moment of Friday exuberance told us that the new start is called Natasha. 'It must be a girl then,' Mrs C deduced, causing her to be called Sherlock for the rest of the morning. One has to admire Bishop's optimism, in my experience stunning babes have little interest in prematurely balding blokes with an obsessive interest in Venn diagrams of Star Trek characters / series overlaps. Even from his best angle he looks like a startled meerkat. I really will have to work out how to insert a new paragraph on this contraption, I'm loathe to start typing NEW PARA as if I'm writing some form of telegram. Mrs C had a bit of an episode this afternoon. Being called Sherlock throughout the morning can't have helped but she has been out of sorts all week worrying about the reshuffle. She has been continuously comfort eating lemon sherbets since Monday. She is not the type to embrace change easily, the poor dear gets flustered when the clocks go forward. I don't know why but she seems to have a sentimental attachment to Greenwich Mean Time. At afternoon tea break I asked her if she wanted a coffee and she burst into tears. I was at a complete loss, I mumbled a few pathetic words of support and added an extra spoon of sugar to her coffee. However it failed to curtail her lemon sherbet frenzy, when she returned from the toilets she had exhausted her reserve supply and was forced to nibble on the stale custard creams that are normally kept for visitors. NEW PARA At least the weekend is finally upon us.