Trying to get my two boys to cuddle anybody is getting to be an impossible task let alone actually getting a picture of it so I had to delve into my archieves. I eventually managed to find this one from last year - awwwww.
The last two Sundays have seen me going for interviews in my one smart pair of black pants that actually fit me! The first week it was a group interview and then yesterday it was just me on my own some and I sort of knew I had the job as he asked me to take my bank details etc with me but I didn't want to tempt fate and mention it before I got the nod. Now it's nothing swanky or high faluting (sp?) as I just wanted something to get me out of the house, off my butt, bring in some dough but part time so I could still run my business from home. It ticks all of the boxes especially the active one as I can see the size 10 jeans trying to creep forward in the wardrobe already. So in two weeks I will be starting to work at Aldi part time for what is, quite frankly, excellent money. I did contemplate going back to working in an office but quickly decided against it as I hated every minute of sitting behind a desk all day. My favourite ever job that I had was when I worked in a country pub that was frequented by Hells Angels. They used to form an orderly queue out of the door of the tiny, very busy, pub that had no till. I had to remember the long lists of drink orders I was given (usually by a young Hells Angel wearing a collar and lead), the price of each drink and then I had to total it up in my head, all this after a full days work in the dreaded office too - brilliant. Hence my decision to go back to a part time job in the service trade, I would love it to be a pub but the hours do not fit in with Pete and the kids so Aldi it is.