Desperate times call for desperate measures...

I've now got my to-do list in work saved as my wallpaper in windows. :)

I'm on my oh so exciting looking time-management course tomorrow which appears to be all woman and, looking at the job titles, mostly clerical staff. I have a choice to make - do I dress obviously non-clerical in jeans or do I make myself look relatively smart so at least I don't alarm them?

Decisions decisions.

The course finishes at 4.30 so I'll be parking outside The Foresight Centre to facilitate a quick getaway.

The main drawback of the course tomorrow is that I have to do all the brownie stuff I needed for Wednesday today. Nevermind. Only two more weeks and one pantomime to go!

p.s. There is a student standing outside my office who appears to have consumption. May have to go out with a bat to put her out of her misery.

p.p.s. There is also a student leaning on my door. Soooooooooo teeeeeeeeeeeeeempted.

BASTARDS!

That'll be me needing a new radio, then.

And a car window.

And possibly losing my no claims bonus. Sigh.

19.45: EDIT: Dear dear friends. Thanks to all of you who have joined in the swearing and been very nice to me. Just to let you all know:

It wasn't as bad as I feared on my no claims. Luckily I'd protected it a couple of years ago and completely forgotten about it. Another claim before the 28th December, however, and it slips to 55%.

Things are a bit complicated because the car is now in work and I am at home, trying to organise my car being fixed. I'm in the time-management course tomorrow so it's going to look GREAT when I disappear at some point between 1 and 3 to have my car window replaced by autoglass. I've also to wait for the audio company to contact me to put my new radio in - I hope the person running the course is going to be very understanding.

I've just had the parental visit. I've survived the drive-by Dadding although I can sense there are greater things to come. Despite the fact that I rang Mum with to tell her to warn Dad that a list of helpful ways to remember my radio front wouldn't be welcome and would possibly reduce me to tears he still slipped some comments in.

( And general money moaning )