Cold Cure

I think more of our office have colds than are still healthy.

Getting out of the lift it all sounds vaguely orchestral, even amusing. However when you walk in the door you are greeted by a chorus of sniffing and trumpeting as various people blow various noses (usually their own).

The person who brought the cold (such a thoughtful present) to the office is still saying how ill they feel. I think the rest of us are currently feeling too ill to form a lynching party, but I have noticed people knotting together their unused tissues to form a noose. It may take a while as the stocks of unused tissues are rapidly decreasing .

It could be worse - everyone could be off sick and I could be the only one in

Chicken Dippers

Now I know that Jamie (perfick) Oliver would be horrified, but I am rather fond of Chicken Dippers. I am not generally a fan of processed food, and when at school was never offered those loathed Turkey Twizzlers that everyone seems so shocked by.

Chicken Dippers are another story however. They are a comfort food, along with mashed potatoes and a portion of baked beans. I wonder if this means that I haven't actually progressed from a) my school dinners (which I did receive briefly before going on a diet of mother-made jam sandwiches for the next ten years) or b) from the meals that my mother used to cook. Either way I have nothing to complain about. I will happily eat carbonara or luncheonmeat (not Spam!) fritters.

Vegetables though are another story - don't get me started on swede...

Boris

I have just heard on the radio that the Labour party have a swear box so that if anyone refers to the Tory mayoral candidate as anything other than 'the Tory mayoral candidate' or Boris Johnson, they have to put £5 into the box. This is because calling him 'Boris' apparently humanises him. I was actually under the impression that Boris was human anyway, though I do have my doubts about Ken Livingstone...