This Is It, That's The End of the Joke

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

Today was not as busy as yesterday, and nowhere near as stressful, although it had moments, as any day 2 of a newly implemented project always does.

It always amazes me how people do not expect this, and if even the slightest thing goes wrong they worry. Not me. It's just part of it. 

But actually it has gone all right. So me and Caro got to enjoy an evening of watching "Pretty In Pink" with Tiger and Loulou and Joshua. I think it was Loulou's choice. She told us her mum did not allow her to watch American films, back in the 80's and had ONLY JUST SEEN "Footloose" earlier in the week. 

Outrageous! Call Childline and have that mother arrested! 

I have to be honest. I got "Pretty in Pink" mixed up with "Sixteen Candles" because I was expecting a comedy which "Pretty in Pink" most certainly isn't. I think Jon Cryer is supposed to be funny, but we all just hated him. So the film was a little disappointing. 

But the evening was still a lot of fun. We had lots of chat, dominated by Caro and Loulou traumatising us with their gynae chat. 

"What's the name for that cyst you had?" asked Linda.
"I can't remember," replied Caro. "It starts with a D."*
"Deidre?" volunteered Tiger. 

And that was the tone of the entire evening.

So that took my mind off spreadsheets and databases for the evening and I went to be happy and singing The Psychedelic Furs to myself. 

S.

p.s. I just love this picture of Caro and Jasper. Best friends!

* The real answer is that it was a "dermoid" cyst. NEVER Google this because there are pictures. Also avoid related terms like "ovarian cyst" or "horrific toothy hairball of horror".