Take a look at my office..........

Take a look at my office its the only one I've got...... not much of an office I never seem to get a lot....
please excuse its that flipping song in the charts by someone called Gym Class Heroes ,they use lyrics from Supertramps, Breakfast in America.

That's not why I'm writing this post! I am finally relieved to get my office kit supplied by my most incapable company. You'd think being a full-time homeworker living miles from my nearest office, that getting me the kit so i can actually work would be a must. I have learn though over the years that the only thing reliable is their incompetence. Enough moaning here's my little office which is in the loft of our new house. There is other space in the loft for a spare bedroom, but this is my little personal corner. I think it's great and now I can even get on with learning to play the keyboard. What do you think?

The view out of that window is OK too, as I look over the gardens of my house and my neighbours.

Just one other thing before I finish. The Eurovision song contest!! What is that abomination all about eh? It has no relation to the platform that brought us Abba. I tell you now I'm not an Abba fan, but I believe they were special and deserved their fame. The contest is now nothing more than the worst sort of Europop or occasionally Eurorock introducing us to Europe's extensive legion of freaks and nutters. I was subjected to this program on Saturday as wifey wanted to watch it, but the only think that stopped my ears from bleeding was listening to Terry Wogans sacastic satire. He was a lord especially when he said here comes the Ejeet!

The political voting is shocking. The music is worse! That dreadful song done by Scootch for the U.K was enough to give Hannibal Lecter nightmares. The other Europeans didn't like it even though its just their cup of tea. My guess is it was too much like looking in a mirror for most of them, and nobody likes what they see in a mirror do they!