Spent most of last night throwing up (sorry to those of you reading this while eating dinner!) so didn't go to work today. (...why would anyone be reading this while eating dinner?!) I always remember daytime tv being better than this, and once I'd done all my everyday Internet thingies I couldn't find much else to do! There aren't enough competitions to win Season 6 of Buffy around! But I entered all the ones I'd previously entered for me, for Dave. I'm sure he'll share them with me if he wins! :o)
So I think my illness might be due to the KFC that I had yesterday. Can't think of anything else it'd have been. Hopefully that means I'll be ok tomorrow and can go back to work. My tummy's still a bit jippy now but nothing I can't handle with a Nurofen or five! Hopefully I won't have missed a fireman incident like we had on Friday! I was in the basement when the alarm went off. So we all trundled over to the pub (not in, unfortunately. That's just our meeting point!) I was reliably informed that it was the company downstairs that had set off the alarm by burning toast. This being the company that interviewed me, were offering £2000 less than I'm earning now, and turned me down (phew!). It seems that they actually have to cook lunches, rather than just buying them! That must suck! So anyway, they're the ones to blame for getting three - yes three fire engines, with accompanying hunky firemen to drive down our road and cause a mahoosive queue! Then one of the firemen got out, went inside, turned off the alarm, came out and led them all away! So that was fun!