It is safe to say, that I am the kind of girl that should I win the lottery, I would never go out to work, ever again!

It was therefore, a great surprise to me, that today, I actually quite enjoyed being at work!??!

As I almost tumbled down the stairs at the office, in shoes that should never be worn to actually walk in!  The Neurotic Accounts Girl, (Well, she’s actually 50 but who’s counting!) was all chirpy and huggy, not at all what I had encountered yesterday when every man in the office was cowering in fear! So this, I thought, was not going to be the day I had imagined, It was showing promise!

Well I came to the conclusion by about 12 oclock that there must be something in the air, or was it just that the sun was shining?  This always seems to make a difference to us brits after all.  The boys upstairs were happy, My buddy had returned to her chirpy chatty self and had even admitted that the old hormones might have been in overdrive the previous day!  As the day went on, the jokes from the boys upstairs got cheekier and the giggles from us downstairs got louder and louder!

So this was a rare day for me, a day when I wasnt counting every second until 3 oclock when I can go home! I will therefore not be moaning today.  Well, not yet anyway!

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