These were delivered today ...

Thank you so much, my friends at OHbaby xoxo They're beautiful!

Argh

It is end of month and my storeman hasn't turned up. Again. His idea of an 8'o'clock start is rather ...different to mine.

I've already loaded 3 trucks this morning, I have another due any minute and IT'S END OF MONTH! So, feeling cheerful.

Can I go home yet?

Psychological fricking warfare

My period is five days late, and my mind and body have gone to war. My body refuses to co-operate, my mind is getting pissy ...my body is standing it's ground, and my mind is getting pissier (not a word, I know, but it works). It's revolting really, our hope of becoming pregnant is so small, and yet we're staring down a very late period ...the one thing you hope for when you can't get pregnant, but for reasons other than just a contrary body. Someone is getting a laugh out of this, but it's not me.

The one thing I had going for me in all of this was nice regular 28/29 day cycles. I jumped out of line a little after the surgery, probably because I bled a lot afterwards and my body went into recovery mode, but that was months ago and I was back to my usual cycle length within 2 cycles. Apart from that? I was only noticeably late when I was pregnant.

I'm not, by the way, in case you're clapping your hands. The poor husband has been walking on egg shells, checking every morning if it's started, and finally convinced me to do a pregnancy test last night. Two lines is negative, right? No, no. I'm joking. Bad joke, but a joke nonetheless. Us infertiles get our kicks where we can. It was negative. Promise. Very negative. No doubt about it. Just as well really. I'd have hated to have missed out on IVF. It's going to be such fun.

I'd swear on the bible that I tracked my ovulation correctly this month as well, and yet here we are. Five days late.

My PMS has PMS.

Bollocks.

Stupid body.

We are NOT amused

Well, Al and I were, but Jack, not so much. He looked so cute though.

Note to self

If you're only packing 65kgs, don't be thinking it's a good idea to load into a customer's car twelve twenty kilo drums of adhesive, carrying two at a time one in each hand (total of 40kg each trip - two thirds of your body weight) up the length of the warehouse because you can't be arsed going into the office to find your forkhoist keys. It might be good exercise, but your shoulder muscles will note their displeasure the next day.

Leaving your walkabout phone on your desk in the front office whilst working down the back of the warehouse, thus requiring you to run the length of the warehouse to answer (regular) calls, is perfectly fine. It's not very time efficient, but wears off the chocky bickies you had for morning tea quite effectively. It also gives your boss (who is unbeknownst to you, standing in your office, by your desk) a blimmin good laugh when he waits for you to run the entire length of said warehouse to grab the ringning phone, and then answers it just as you skid to a halt at your desk.

Good times, good times.

I almost forgot ...

What I really wanted was one of the Police car, but they turned up in plain clothes cars and foiled my evil plan to take sly photos for your bloggy entertainment. So, you just get this one instead.

Is it just me, or are even criminals getting lazy?

Work was broken into on Saturday night, and I'm really not sure why they bothered.

Firstly, it wasn't opportunistic. Choosing our premises might have been, but they were intending to break into somewhere. They even came with tools to get in - a crowbar and a drill at least.

But the thing is that there are 8 foot fences on 3 sides of our premises (the other side is the building, which is the fence), one is on the roadside, so not a good access or escape route, and the other is electrified with razor-wire along the top, so also not a good escape or access route. So, one way in and one way out, over an 8 foot fence. I don't know about you, but I'd be thinking twice while I was climbing over the fence.

I'd probably have stopped and had another think about it when I came face to face with Matrix stickers advising that the premises have a monitored alarm, and the blinking alarm box thing on the outside of the building sort of suggests that we're not lying about that.

But, they obviously figured it was worth a go, so came in, tossed the place and made a wicked mess, ripped out phone lines and cut wires to try and cut the alarm I guess, and yet the only thing they took was a knackered lap top and a camera that doesn't work either (the charger is apparently somewhere in England ...). They left alcohol, a PC (OK, so the computer box wouldn't have been worth the effort, but the lovely shiny flat screen might have been), TVs, a DVD player, and a stereo. Admittedly, it would have been a bit difficult to it all back over the fence, but that raises the question of why they broke in in the first place.

You could deduce that perhaps they were looking for cash or credit card information. It's a logical deduction ... except I had both sitting in the top drawer of my desk, which they went through quite thoroughly, and they didn't take either. I mean, seriously? Where was their dedication to the task?

If they were sniffers or knew some, a drum or two of our adhesive or solvent would have been a prize (the stuff honks), although, again, difficult to get over the fence - but there would have been at least 2 of them, so working as a team you'd think ...anyway. I had drums of both out of DG (dangerous goods) lock up, and they didn't look at those either. Who knows?

So all they really achieved was a mess. They did get the laptop, but they're soon going to find out that that was a complete waste of time.

I'll post a pic later.