Obviously overcompensating for lack of posts... thought I must share this.. if things were generally not just pants enough, I manage to kill my mobile phone. How I hear you ask... well I dropped it down the stairs at work.... but not in a normal way...

rather than dropping it down the stairs, with it bouncing of a couple of steps and then stopping, my phone bounces off the top step and in between the tiny gap between the wall and the stairwell....It wages a war of terror for 7 floors, leaving in its wake a host of tiny mobile missiles... so as I chase it down the stairs( blatantly losing the race)and swearing, I come across a poor chappie cowering in a corner, with his cup of tea down his front! My mobile had obviously attacked him on its descent of terror.....

to his credit, he seemed more concerned about me and the remains of my poor mobile *( sign... RIP).... I did have to buy him a cup of tea and apologise profusely....

so life goes on... xx