Happy days

So now I know what a beatific smile looks like ... it looks like the soppy, spaced out expression on the face of Senior Frustrated Novelist. She's off and for the last three weeks of her time with us she's going to endure torment from Yoda, miserable customers, cretinous head office folk, unreliable suppliers, decrepit technology, thieves, incontinent children, fractious management and nit-pickery from the Paper-Shuffler-in-Chief and absolutely none of it will disturb her.

And for this she's going to be paid about 50% more than she earns at present, with benefits added on.

You might be thinking that the exit interview will be quite brief. You'd be wrong. Exit interviews might lead to challenges being laid down and that would make everyone's life even more uncomfortable than it already is (see above) and no body can face that so, no exit interview at all.

The Big Swinging Dick was in fine fettle to day which possibly means that his errant wife has returned to the fold. If only he'd binned the Daily Express and read a real newspaper, or better yet had a chat with a french man (say Sarko) he might understand that a much needed wife's return is a mixed blessing at best and a recipe for nothing other than continued domestic discord in all probability.