Only 29 days left until I am unemployed!

I would like to remain so but I, Mr Pigalina and my menagerie do need to eat.  Mr Pigalina has given in to the incessant mewling of William and has granted the cats Whiskas Vitabites biscuits instead of Cat Meow.  So, there are posh cat delights to fund.  Also those damn rats keep turning their teeny, twitchy noses up at anything except human food.

I am currently "the floater" (how flattering) at work.  This means I am covering for people while they are on holiday and it means a couple of days at this desk, a couple at another, trying to answer their emails and doing all of the jobs they usually do.

It is quite entertaining and, up until today I have been very busy.  Alas today I got a bit bored so, while trying to find the address for a parcel I was overjoyed to find this hilarious name in the phonebook.  How we laughed (ah, simple pleasures).  Before you ask I wasn't looking up silly words, it was genuinely the surname on the parcel, most unfortunate.  The name at the bottom: