Boss couldn't get back from London in time for his 3.30pm appointment. What? I was horrified, because this is a big case. "It's OK, Bridie," said Boss, "I'll be there by 5.30pm, and have told him to arrive at that time." Problem? "Erm", admitted Boss, "I don't seem to have any keys to the office".

No, I wasn't phased by the heat, or the fact that I had a 6pm date with a friend, "OK", I said, levelly, "I'll wait for you both". And, I did. I made tea (for client), and coffee (for Boss) and got to leave by 6.10pm. No big deal.

I would just like Boss to do what he is supposed to do when he is supposed to do it. But, in the beer garden, in the sunshine, I thought what the heck, and felt quite affectionate and sorry for Boss for having to rush all over the place.

Tomorrow, I have no doubt, I will change my mind. He will be abrasive and demanding, and I am trying to cope with six workmen and a virus on my PC.

I am so hungry, I think I might faint, but I forgot to shop again, so it will be a tomato sandwich. Happy days!