Having made it all but three steps into work this morning, a lump of purple shit fell out of a tree and landed on my (of course) clean white t-shirt. I've spent several minutes in the gents scrubbing it like crazy and am now back in my office on one of the hottest days of the year with the fan heater blasting out in a vain attempt to make the slightly-less-stained shirt less moist. Of course, now the heater has cut out, deciding it to be way too hot. Grrr...

I could stand out in the sunshine, but then at the risk of burning my poor head...

[Rab] I concur. As I have stated before: Summer = evil.

[BtD] Which are you getting first? The chickens or the eggs?

[BtD] I'd love to keep chickens. Are they RIRs or fancy ones with feathered legs?

[BtD] So they're LIVE ones - what fun! I 'did' bantams for one rather rustic year when I was younger and foolish enough to want to impress a potential husband [animal husbandry pun obligatory].

[Chalky] But did it work?!! We need to know these things! Is it worth investing in half a dozen chickens and a hutch or is my money better spent on posh underwear?

Someone's shat on the furcation game? Do we want it reinstated? I guess that's aimed at Martha Farquar really.

The subject of the aiming being the question about reinstatement, not the shitting. Just to be clear.

[pen] I think the chickens would definitely look better in a hutch than in posh underwear.

[penelope] I went all fickle, ran off with a drummer in a folk-rock band and as I recall, the posh underwear was quite unnecessary. hehehehe.

There must be some joke about both drummers and chickens having drumsticks . . . .

My colleague has just accepted another job - we've been running a PR programme together for the past five and a half years and now... eeeeek!!! *sees her holidays disappearing into the mist as the workload piles up while someone else is appointed*