Working 9 to 5

Yep, the snout is back to the grind-stone. Hurrah.

I believe if you had of told me a couple of years ago, I'd be working for a transnational insurance conglomerate in Canary Wharf, I would have fetched you a stiff drink (or a shrink). I'm wearing pumps & stockings, my hair is flat, my lunch breaks are gone - is there no bounds to my new found dorkiness?!

Ahh, not that bad - there's a view (of sorts - English weather tends to be... English weather), a juice machine, cool swipey ID cards, a stapler... it's all clover baby.

And speaking of clover - moving in with the Irish boys next weekend; just in time for a little holiday I like to call ST PATRICK'S DAY! To be sure, to be sure, to be sure.