21.44 and I can hardly keep my eyes open, this cough malarkey is dragging me down, NOTE to self take a minute out of your work day tomorrow to ring the GP surgery for an appointment as this cough really isnt going anywhere far on its own! Take a leaf out of the book (comic?) of your nearest colleague who manages to fit in all the medical appointments/phone calls/private banking etc in whilst fitting in a little light WORK around his personal life.  I am so naffed off with nearerst colleague, the longer I sit near him the more I notice that he is not just content with doing the bare minimum he also creates work (admittedly mostly for himself but the ripples invariably spread out). Got to move desks soon or there will be conflict.

I prepared a chicken (free range of course) dinner this eve! Having roast the chicken yesterday thought I had better do a little more than just pick at it (off my food today, couldnt face my lunchtime soup nor the company in the tea room so hid in the quiet room with that old dear friend Sense and Sensibility and a mug of lemon and honey with hot water).  Forced myself to do better this eve. Jacket pot mash, sweet potato mash, broccoli, carrots, peas, aforementioned chicken and very nice gravy. Resisted adding yorkshires and roasties to the mix. Not needed. Also did more veg for chicken soup.

I sat and flicked channels in my lazy mare fashion instead of ironing as planned, watched part of a prog which I would normally run a mile from (metaphorically speaking) - being on ITV and involving as it did, so called "celebs" (a very big/tall sarky quiz programme man - name escapes me), Jennifer Ellison (? a scouser, used to be thin and glam, now a mum and dance teacher but much podgier and unhappy about it), some bloke from TOWIE (never have and never will willingly watch this but have been in the same room as it for about 4 very long minutes whilst visiting my sister in Kent as her youngest - whilst clever and otherwise very discerning - watches every shite programme made), and he seemed personable and pleasant enough. Rory ? comedian/tv/radio person and two other people I'd never heard or seen of - who apparently between them were in the habit of ingesting ridiculous amounts of sugar in their "normal" lives (how do they find these people?) and who therefore volunteered to go work and live on a farm eating healthy unprocessed foods and be deprived of all forms of sugar even including fruit.  I was mildly interested for a bit and particularly enjoyed the bits where the slebs had to join in the farm duties (JE and the TOWIE bloke had to rise at 5 to help with milking). I quite loved the bit where JE managed to persuade a day old water buffalo calf who had been wrenched from his mother so  her precious milk could be put to better use (cheese of course!) to drink (presumably cheap cow's milk?) as it was touch and go for a while. Whilst it was touching,. I gave myself a talking to, switched the tv off, did my dishes.  And now I'm wondering what fate they save the calf for.