I got an office! I got a desk! I can help myself to the stationery cupboard! I have an e-mail address, and a personal line and the code to the alarm! There's even talk of a diary. It's enough to make a person feel right proper important, especially when she's spent the last two years fighting for a paperclip to call her own.
So why, when I have been left alone in my shiny, shiny office (which I share with 2 others but they are only part time), and I have a report to write on immigration policy which will have to be handed into my line manager at the end of my induction, and which is looking quite horribly complicated at present....why, good bloggers, am I faffing about on t'internet?
BECAUSE I CAN!












