Noisy Neighbours

I've spent the last two days in all-day conferences and training sessions, with yesterday evening spent entertaining some people from Vienna. When they left Austria, it was 26 degrees (30 last week), and when they arrived here it was 13 degrees; and it rained later - they were dressed for their weather, poor things.

Earlier in the day I'd heard a really good joke , but I couldn't tell them because they needed to be able to understand the Birmingham (Brummie) accent in order to get the punch-line. For some reason the joke got to me and I was giggling to myself all evening. They must have thought I was totally mad. It's the sort of joke that people will either find very, very funny or not funny at all - I heard it from a real Brummy. This is an international site, so most wouldn't understand it, so I won't tell it.

Today was training and raining and nothing much else apart for my evening blip of an airyplane. (Still raining so I didn't venture from the door)

I've said it before, and I'll probably be saying it again. One of my most intrusive neighbours is Manchester International Airport, and these things land every three minutes or so.

So that is the last of asignment one - roll on assignment 2

*EDIT*

A couple of people have asked what the joke was - so despite my better judgement, here it is, but try to imagine Noddy Holder telling it:

A customer walks into a jewellers in Birmingham...

Customer (in broad Brummie): "I'd loike youw to moike me a gold statue of moi little dog"
Jeweler: "Certainly Sir, eighteen carats?"
Customer: "No.. chewin' on a bone."

I did warn you