Back to reality...I've been back at work for a week, and when I think about my 3 months travelling I can't believe I was away for 3 months.
Work has been pretty much ok actually. I think I've been helped along by the fact that everything is changing for everyone at work at the moment. No one really knows what's going on, and so everyone is just as confused as me. Had I been plonked down into exactly the same situation as I left in, it may have been more of a judder, provoking a high-pitched wail of 'Nooooo......not for the rest of my liiiiife!!'
Things have changed since I've been away, new boss, soon-to-be new office, new colleagues.
.....Psychic octopi.......
Really??
Yes, this is what REALLY inspired me to begin blogging again. Paul.
Having been away for 3 months, my sister took the opportunity to tell me about Paul one day at home. There I was, innocently tapping away at the computer, probably wasting another day playing TumbleBugs (awesome....give it a go), when she started.
'There's this octopus'
*I look up, a tad confused. Did she just say what I think she said?* 'An octopus?'
'Yes.....there's this Octopus, his name is Paul'
'Paul...'
'Yes, his name is Paul, and he lives in Germany'
'Ok' *Okkkkkkkkkkk*
'And he predicts the football scores'
'Shhhh...go back to sleep Nicki'
And yet sure enough, there he was on the telly an hour or so later. Apparently, his selection for the finals is going to be shown live on television. I do hope that Paul the Psychic Cephalopod doesn't suffer from stage fright.
I read in the Metro this morning that he has been recieving death threats from angry Argentinians in the form of seafood recipes. One chef having threatened to catch him and 'tenderise' him, before serving up a wonderful calamari I suspect.
Poor Paul...I wonder if he'll survive to enjoy the next world cup, or whether he'll have been squid-napped (oh....that was truly awful, and taxonomically incorrect) and held for ransom by the England football team, in return for their dignity?
I feel sorry for Paul and his future of psychic evaluation and scientific probing. That pod is gonna be SO sick of mussels by next month.
