Monday

managed to storm out of work - not in a 'never to darken my door' way - but in a 'I can't take any more - I'm working at home' way.

I've finally been given a laptop - it doesn't work. When I started swearing and shouting at a piece of plastic in the staff room I knew it was time to go.

I was already pretty wound up. I'm not going into work details but my biggest issue today is that someone part time has decided that they want to compost all the food waste and take it home - meaning they leave it lying about in the kitchen all day and demand you supply all your wastage to them, including tea bags, that sit on the draining board festering - they are one of those people who bring in lunch in 20 different containers and fill the fridge with it, and promptly forget half of them.

They've obviously never suffered an infestation...