In case you can't read that, it says "We want the mull back"

(Graffiti in the Mundaring Weir Hotel toilets)

Somehow in my office we have developed some theories about what some songs are really about. If anyone can clear up the following queries I'd be grateful:

Is "Me and Mrs Jones" about a guy and his cat?

and

Is "Mandy" (Barry Manilow) about a guy and his dog?

Contributions gratefully received.

Regards

Cmoneileen. 

  

And according to Helen, "It's true, it isn't shit anymore." Hee!

Melbourne was excellent, as predicted. Damn what a town, I want to live there.

Co-worker and long time friend says this work has eaten my soul...

About a month ago one of our contactors passed away. It was sad, she was a lovely lady. Today her family member called to discuss the correspondance our machine of a company keeps sending. Co-worker had put him on hold and not realised that I had already spoken to him and called my Dad who was busy telling me about a crocodile attack near to where we had been swimming at Easter in Darwin.

Co-worker thought I was still on the phone to the family member of our late contractor. From her point of view the conversation was horrifying. Imagine hearing this:

"What?"
"Oh my God I feel sick!"
"She's still alive?"
"Wow, oh my god. Does she still have her legs?"

Que co-worker having a fit. I misread her and send her an instant message "Don't worry, it's not my family"

I still laugh thinking about it. 

My soul is intact. No really.

Went to Darwin to see Mum & Dad for Easter. Went swimming, saw the tunnels, took photos of sunsets and there was even a crocodile story in the paper on the last day.

From the same park:




Shelley is giving me that "how-could-you-leave-me-come-near-me-and-I'll-scratch-you-but-please-come-outside-with-me-I-don't-want-to-go-outside-by-myself-in-case-you-leave-again" look.

Is this appropriate dress for a news reader? (I know it's channel ten but still, I mean, really?)