Although I had a dreadful day at work, in some respects, it was satisfying.

I am busy writing a children's book, anyway, and no one has ever visited my blog - so, what's the point? Might as well just keep a diary in an exercise book from W H Smith.

Bye!

We had a wonderful weekend. Full of wonder. Literally. Went to the pub on the beach, and the grandchildren found "treasures", and each was examined with appropriate awe. You do actually have to wonder about some of the stuff that the sea washes up.

What I wonder about now is these silly mothers who insist on talking about their daughters as their best friends. It's usually just one daughter, and I always think, "What a burden for the girl!" I have three sons and only one daughter, and I don't want to be her best friend. I want to be her mother: her first point of call with a problem, yes, but not a buddy.

Some of these mothers actually go clubbing and pubbing with their daughters. Yuk. My daughter was at the beach with me yesterday, with her two gorgeous girls, and I was "Nan" for the afternoon - not Bridie, or best buddy - her children's grandmother, and her mother.

I can be anyone I want to be because we all have camouflage and we are all chameleons, but I want to be my daughter's mother and her children's grandmother. Her best friend, whoever she may be, is in place for different reasons.

I think that the sorriest sight of all is a woman over 40 wearing a denim jacket. She's usually her daughter's "best friend".

Too fed up to care. TV broke down a week ago, and it turns out that I cancelled my home contents insurance three years ago. On the bright side, think of the money I have saved!

I have spent these last evenings reading children's stories, and have revisited The Selfish Giant - my all time favourtite.

Work is just too terrible to talk about. The Big Bad Handsome Man is visiting this weekend, and will make everything better.

A perfect day. I took Scarlett and Primrose to the minituare steam railway, and we spent a sunny afternoon having ice creams, swings and slides, the nature walk, the little train, and cup cakes. Then, Prim's mad half hour at home, that was better than any TV ever, then the Wizard of Oz (Scarlett can work out the DVD player much better than me!), and then quiet time with Scarlett watching X Factor and the sublime Johnny Depp in Pirates of the Caribbean!

It was just the loveliest day, and I feel so blessed. Those girls make me laugh and smile all day long.

Scarlett and I found a little grave at the railway place. "I'd like to be buried here, " I told her, "it's such a happy place to be".

While we were watching the Wizard of Oz, for some reason Scarlett told me that she never wants to die, and is scared of it. It was just as Dorothy walked out of the windswept sepia cabin into the colours of Oz, and I told her, "That is what death is like - you just open that door, and go into a world of beautiful colour!"

"Will the Munchkins be there?", she asked. "No", I said, "Better than that for me, my mum and dad will be there, and my baby brother Michael. No Munchkins necessary". She was fascinated, and I wondered if I'd gone too far.

But, she just snuggled up into my arms and told me, "I love you, Nan". I love her, too. Very, very much.

Yesterday was strange. The firm working on the ground floor of the building told all their staff at 9am that they were out of a job. They had all packed up and gone by 10am. Unbelievable. You saunter into work, concerned about the fact that you haven't brought a sandwich, and you've got sticky notes all over your computer reminding you of things you have to do - and then you're told that your life as you know it is all over! I think it should be illegal to treat people like that.

On the plus side, the ground floor is now available! Spoke to Boss, and suggested we move in there - and, he agreed! So excited that we may go downstairs. Much as I love the views, I could always buy a postcard and have it framed on my desk. I want to be downstairs! I hate the 4th floor, the creaking lift, and the constant fire alarms.

Boss is off to Spain again tomorrow, and I am taking next week off. I am babysitting at the weekend, but, after that, the world's my lobster! Pevensey Bay, I think....

Boss returns to work tomorrow. Oh, God. I just hope these weeks in Spain have made him a little serene, although that's a big hope.

Yesterday, we all had to evacuate the offices because of a fire on the third floor. We're on the fourth floor, and I could see all the faces of my loved ones flash before me. Fire in that office has always been my biggest fear. It's my job to alert all the others, and I did it double quick - they were so nonchalant, "Oh, what a bore - I've got do something", and "But, I'm in the middle of a phone call"....didn't wait to reason or reply - I was first out, and shaking. Two fire engines arrived. Why ARE firemen so attractive? Is it a requisite of the job?

After 40 minutes, the fire crew explained that the main fuse on the 3rd floor had melted, and was issuing smoke. No worries, they said, EDF are on their way, and we've turned everything off on that floor, and made it safe.

Great. None of us dared take the lift back up (melting cables?), and arrived stunned and scared at our desks. No - that was just me, I think.

Anyway - happier times: it was Henry's christening on Sunday. For the first time in seven years, BBHM accompanied me to an event at which my ex would be present. I was shaking with fear, (I seem to shake all the time in fear - I must, as the BBHM says, 'woman up' here). I just couldn't bear to think of anyone being embarrassed by a confrontation, but the ex stayed in his safe corner. My former in laws all made a point of approaching, kissing, and talking to me, but he stayed well away.

He's had it his way for seven years; I've been to important events alone, and had to endure his wife looking me up and down, and have him patronise me. When he saw BBHM there, I reckon he thought it best to just stay away.

Lovely christening, if I hadn't been so nervous. Henry is so big, and so much a boy, he looked faintly ridiclous in the family christening gown - like a trannie - but adorable, nevertheless. He is one gorgeous baby!

Someone asked me if I was sad that he hadn't been christened in the Catholic Church. You know something? I couldn't care less. We're all singing from the same hymn sheet here, and Demelza and her parents are some of the most God fearing, sincere, people I know. Henry will be a lovely man; I just know it. People say that Godliness is next to cleanliness, but I believe that it is next to kindliness.

I'm back at work, and Boss is in Spain. By 10.30am on Monday, he had rung me three times. Maybe that should read "wrung" me. I don't mind, and even expect, the fact that my desk was piled high with work; it's when the chair is piled high, too, that I get annoyed. Do people really believe that I will stand there, going through their paperwork, (because it's the most important if it's on the chair), and deal with it? No. That paperwork gets shoved to one side, because I think it is OK for me to SIT at my desk to work - no?

I am very fortunate because I love my job, but sometimes it would be nice to ease back into work instead of being immersed immediately in all sorts of "urgent" stuff. And then, the calls from Spain! Rapid notes being taken, thoughts being stenographed - all crap, really. My neck is aching again from holding the phone to my ear while I write at top speed.

I should have taken a fortnight off!