Happy Monday

Indeed yesterday was a glorious day.

Firstly I managed to wangle dad's hat back as the winner of my Fedora Hat Raffle passed away and the family were only to pleased to give me dad's smelly head wear. They told me the elderly chap died whilst wearing it, daren't tell dad as he'll take it as a bad omen. He was pleased as punch when I presented it to him over tea and tales from Ansty Cowfold.

Secondly rumour has it Tony's sister and Duncan Blackhorn are no longer a (drunken) item. A not so little bird told me she discovered him texting a pub landlady in the Costa Blanca after her karaoke rendition of 'I Speaka Da Lingo' at a pub in Withenshaw. I am pleased I did not take it any further with her as I hear she chased him out of the karaoke bar brandishing a six inch stiletto court shoe.

Thirdly a new volunteer has started at work. She is called Mandy and is eager to help, so much so I was able to take some time out in the filing room whilst she manned a reception full of irate clients this morning.

Talking of clients as predicted Ray showed up at the office today. I usually open reception to a queue of people waiting for housing advice and today was no exception, a large queue snaked down the street with Ray at the front. As soon as he saw me he burst into tears and threw his arms around me. I am in no way a demonstrative person so felt most embarrassed by his open display of affection in front of twenty or so other men. Thankfully Mandy took over and I was able to sit Ray down in an interview room with a hot sweet tea. He was soon seen by a member of the team. Although confidentiality must be adhered to the team later assured me Ray will be okay. Although I'm sure I saw one team member wink as she was saying it. I'm not sure what she meant by that! Or what she was implying! Still I'm pleased to know he is safe.