This blog has been a bit boring of late - the forty days & forty nights of rain we've had has put the damper (sorry, I couldn't resist) on the photography, things in the neighbourhood are quiet, can't garden because of the rain, Mr H's ranking as "best husband yet" continues to climb, and the job is good.
Back in the days when the job at the other place was so bad I refrained from blogging about it. Not in fear of being fired, only because I didn't want to think about the place once I got home. And, truth be told, how often can you blog about sitting in the lunch room and having your boss come along, sigh and say "oh, there you are" .
So this gal , la petite anglaise, gets dooced. She's not the first. It's happened to SJ as well, and a few others.
I'm not afraid of getting fired, I just want the reciprocal traffic on my site - only 28 hits last week.
Yes, I am shamelessly trafficking on the misfortune of others. Maybe I'll get a book deal out of it.