Sarah Sturt's Blog

Maidstone invasion!

Our Pudding Lane premises rang with excited chatter and the clatter of footsteps up and down our many, many flights of stairs today - yes, it was the invasion of the south east managment team, intent on saving the world from an attic in the heart of Maidstone.

I remain cycnical about what the high-powered group were actually up to, suffice it to say I had to pull Suzanne and Rhiannon up on their rowdy behaviour and suggest they perhaps didn't sit together for the afternoon session, as they were clearly a bad influence on one another. With hindsight, not too sure how well that went down, to be honest - will let you know if I'm still in a job in the morning. But honestly, Suzanne's claims that it was hysteria, honest, not laughter were a little on the shaky side.

I might just get away with it - even as I write, our boss is having a girls' night out watching - you've guessed it - Sex and The City, down in Brighton - so hopefully a few lovely cocktails will have been enjoyed and the cheek of Kent will be a distant memory. You never know.

Our Esteemed One also regaled the table at lunch with the really rather horrible 'incident' she had to endure on a crowded commuter train coming home from a business meeting in London recently. I think I was probably the only one who han't heard it (we live a very sheltered life away from head office gossip in the Kent office), but it did involve lots of terribly exciting elements like knives and Blackberries and modern technology to the rescue - and the chilling realisation that the threatening behaviour and the very real near attack she suffered can take place when you are surrounded by people. Not a great picture of modern-day Britain.

Anyhoo, apparently it's Friday already tomorrow, so probably not a bad idea if I stop rambling now - but, finally, and I know you are all dying to know - Oddjobs Pete has triumped, the bathroom is (finally finished), it actually looks rather splendid and now I get to do the fun bit: accessorising! Boys just don't get it, do they? 

Sarah