More, and yet more photos of people in daft wigs. Will the merriment never end?
That wig was a bit of a whore, it hardly stayed on my head, too busy working the crowd.
I'm at work. We're having double glazing fitted. The noise is actually making my chair rattle, and my temper shoot off the scale. My manager has left me here alone with a great big list of things to do, most of which involve phonecalls. I hate phonecalls. I never know how to introduce myself, whether I should ask after the person's health, their wife, their dog etc. And they always ask me how to spell names that I can barely pronounce. Still, I've finished his list, so ha, have beaten the system!
I keep forgetting to take my tablets, it's been about three days now. That probably explains the temper tantrums. Thank God I don't rely on the pill or I'd have enough kids to start up my very own sweat shop.