bad day?

As I was leaving the supermarket at the end of my shift, I walked into the manager of the dole office on his way in for breakfast… I had to hide behind the tobacco stand, but I’m pretty sure he saw me. You’d hope he wouldn’t recognise me from all the unemployed faces he sees in a week, but I have been in his office twice this year to complain, so he may well have clocked me as a claimant..
I also have to have a meeting with HR this week. The rumour is that they carry out routine checks online for information about their employees, and that someone may have found this blog.. Have I written anything that might lead to me being fired? I guess I’ll find out tomorrow morning..

We still haven’t heard back from Sophie yet. It’s possible we don’t have the right address for her, so we can’t be too hopeful. Hannah wants to contact telly companies and get them to re-unite us for a Christmas special, but I’m worried about press intrusions into my private life if we become famous. I have a few fat, ugly skeletons in the cupboard I’d rather not see emerge in a Kiss And Tell story..
Actually, I’m more worried that the producers will dig out mum from under whichever drunk she’s crawled under and re-unite us with her instead.

My advent calendar today had a picture of a Christmas clown, and the treat was a Fun Size Milky Bar, so the day wasn’t all bad..

RC 4-12-08
0830 GMT