Beulah, peel me a grape.

First, watch out, there are swears in this post. Now that's out of the way, what a fucking week. My boss has been off all week on holiday and I've been looking after things hence no updates, no notes, no nothing. All week I've been running around and worrying about things and trying to get things sorted and it's left me drained.

I have no fucking idea how she manages everything they way she does. She must have super powers or something. Ridiculous amount of work she has to keep on top of.

I think I've done ok but I am worried that a couple of decisions I've made may be the wrong ones. Nothing major just a couple of things. I'll speak to her about those when she gets back next Wednesday. I may have to throw myself at her feet and weep... ok no I won't but still, I'll be relieved when she's back.

We're having a barbeque today. Yes it will most likely rain but damn it we're going to have a bastard barbeque what ever the weather. We got a little shitty gazebo for a tenner which will do nicely for a few days. We have friends coming over to visit which is the main reason for this barbeque.

I'm going to have a shower once Hairy Face is out. I'm humming a bit and it's got nothing to do with music.

Hope everyone is grand! I'm off to scrub the foul stench of cleaning products from my skin.

We were hotter than the Bahamas a few days ago. I know where I'd rather be. A couple of days ago it was really humid. Hot and sticky but not the kind that I like at all (interpret that how you will, you filthy people). You walked outside and suddenly you're covered with millions of little Thunderflies and eating them without meaning to. Mmmmm, the extra protein! Speaking of...

During the month of May on Lake Victoria in Tanzania, a cloud of freshly hatched flies (or midges) rises from the water in clouds so dense that from a distance it looks like bellowing clouds of smoke. When great hosts of these flies are blown towards land by the wind, they are swept off the bushes and rocks by the Sesse Islanders or caught against mats hung up for the purpose; they are then compressed into oily cakes, roasted, and eaten.

Delicious!