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Real life ruins celeb-spotting!
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It's been one of those weeks where everything that could wrong has gone wrong.
I have no exciting showbiz news to report. What a sad state of affairs.
The last week should have gone a little bit like this:
Pack up teeny tiny office and seemlessly relocate to much bigger office without incident.
Attend a few fabulous parties, grab a couple of goodie bags and meet Shayne 'yum' Ward.
The plan was to do all of the above and then I'd be firing on all cylinders, ready for 2011, in my new office with extra staff, shiny new desks, a conference table - it's sooooooooooo exciting buying your first conference table, it's like getting your first car! Then I would be ready to achieve all the goals on my ridiculously ambitious To Do list for next year.
Thus allowing for the slow wind-down to Christmas with the knowledge that all was right with my work world and I could settle into a blissful, perfect Christmas with loved ones, neighbours and friends enjoying log fires, luxury mince pies and mulled wine. Ah, bliss.
That would have been the John Lewis version of my life this week. The reality has been a little bit more Poundland, iyswim - and let's be honest here, 90 per cent of my Christmas experience will be purchased at Poundland. (John Lewis and me, not on the same page unfortunately.)
So, the Poundland version of my week went more like this: Spent AGES plotting the arrangement of whose desk would go where. Took delivery of trillions of pounds worth of computer equipment and software. Spent far too many days playing around with the floor plan and staring at the Mac Pros, so when the day of the move arrived only two things were packed: the plan of the office and the Macs. The rest of the office looked like a bomb site.
No matter, man with big car (not man with van as promised) pitched in and we squeezed everything in. My fab researchers cleaned and cleared and we left the old office wiping tears from our eyes.
'To 2011!' we cheered as we waved goodbye to the old, ready to embrace the new.
This is where the naming and shaming commences, business partner/best friend and organiser of the new office, Edward, was supposed to sign forms, pick up keys and arrange for all the furniture to arrive before we did.
He would have done just that but he rashly decided to nip over to Ireland for a quick family visit on the very day that THE SNOW arrived. He's still there now, three days later, busy building snowmen (have included a photo of his efforts) - not building office furniture as he'd promised.
So our new office is still in flat-pack boxes in my parents' garage awaiting his return. Pretty much nothing has been done on the work front. I have 305 emails in my inbox (sorry if you're waiting for a reply from me.)
Everything has ground to a halt and there's nothing for me to do except amble about in Poundland picking up lots of flammable Christmas tat.
No showbiz news, no free Champagne, no flirty encounter with Shayne Ward, no nothing.
Oh. Dear.
RB xxx
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I missed out on meeting Shayne at the Battersea Collars and Coats gala ball, because I was busy moving 3567 boxes into my parents' garage.
150 years ago Battersea Dogs & Cats Home was set up to care for animals that needed love and care.
If you would like to re-home or foster an animal, volunteer, make a donation or buy cat and dog-related goodies from their online shop check 'em out: Battersea.org.uk
And, don't forget - a dog/cat/mouse is for life blah blah blah. You know it. Be responsible pet owners girlies, and spoil them rotten! x
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