Work

Yesterday, I flirted with the idea of becoming a Prison Officer, because that was the only job that wasn't in finance and I could understand what it was. I can see myself, plodding down dimly lit corridors jangling my keys while getting occasionally spat at by surly inmates. I could learn how to do stuff like the Vulcan death grip and one inch punch to control them. No? Can't see it? Well, maybe not. Maybe I will try to write a novel. I have read so many Mills & Boon ( I developed a fixation with the really dated 60's/70's ones a few years back, much to Nick's horror) - I reckon I could vomit up a few sickly love stories, no trouble.

Yesterday our house exchanged in the UK that we have been selling. It hasn't completed yet but it's great news that it's exchanged. Its a weight off our minds. My husband has already bought a new car in the UK to ship back to Guernsey with the proceeds, unfortunately it is not a Hello Kitty car, but a rather larger masculine 4X4, perfect for Guernsey roads! Not. It is very comfy though, and will so long journeys very well when we pop back over.

A cup of tea awaits for me.