Lady Don't Fall Backwards

My Dear Princess & Dear Fellows,

You may remember that last week Cazza went to the periodontist for a "deep cleanse" of half her teeth.

Today was the other half. And also an extraction of a wisdom tooth. So I've just escorted her home. She is quite wobbly and delicate. But she seems to be bearing up. I've put on a murder mystery which should hopefully encourage her to sleep, but she is so far following it with a dogged determination to see whodunnit.

I myself had a very quiet day today. Partly because our systems were down for about 2 hours this morning. This prompted Lemon to tell me of the day she walked into work in a previous office and found all THEIR systems down.

"Tch! Useless!" she said. 

Then she looked under her desk.

"And the multi-board under my desk was flooded in about an inch of water," she said. "Then I remembered. I had been given a plant to take care of by a colleague who went on holiday, and I'd given it my ENTIRE BOTTLE of water then night before."

Whoops.

Her desk was by now dry, so she probably could have gotten away with it if she had wanted. However, being an honest sort, she told her manager. 

"Errrr... I think I might have caused this," she said. When she explained, her manager took it good-naturedly, but exclaimed, "No more plants for you!"

"I came in the next day and found a cactus on my desk," she told me. "And a plastic one at that."

And still Cazza is awake. But I can't really understand her when she speaks. I've bought her magazines and offered her drinks. I think that is all Hercule Poirot and I can do for now.

S.