Road To Nowhere

Two huge boxes of Thortons premium collection have landed on my desk today.

YES!!!!

Me and trusty assistant are ploughing on through truffle and creme and somehow forgeting to mention this windfall to anyone else in the team.

I have a slight stabby headache but I'm made of sterner stuff. We cannot turn back.

Dark Champagne Truffle.

Dual Layered Praline.

Caramel Divine.

For King and country, for love and life and happiness.... charge!!

I've just opened up my office email account.

404 emails in there. I have been away four working days.

About 50 will be telling me I'm over my email account size limit.

Sigh... and so it begins. Onwards!

Yes, it's happened.

After two years of only glancing at a tele - thanks to that part-time master's degree I took on, blithely imagining I could do it on the bus on the way to work in the morning - I have found myself a tv junkie. Now all that studying is over i have spare time. Spare time to lie on the sofa and do nothing.

So far it's only CSI... and maybe Num3ers... but I can't get enough.

Num3ers is only a fliration. It just amuses me that you can solve crime with maths.

But last night I watched CSI New York at 8pm and four hours later toddled off to bed, having gazed with complete fascination at CSI (two episoides) and CSI Miami.

I love them all, I just can't help it.

CSI New York is all urban and gritty, CSI is set in las Vegas so has some wild, bonkers storylines and CSI Miami has the strangely attractive Horatio, the ballistics specialist with the helium voice and a skyline permanently parked on 'brink of Armageddon'. What colour is that sky? Hazy, pinky, stormy... something looming and portentious and possibly nicked from Inspector Morse, actually. Oxfordshire... Miami...? Maybe it's my imagination.

And it's the season finale of CSI Miami tomorrow. Clashing with our office festive outing. I am very tempted to slip off early, really tempted...