Bugger.

I sometimes wonder exactly where my propensity for saying really stupid things comes from. Apart from Fifi and the "quim" incident (as detailed in the "Family Ties" post in the April archive. I really am going to learn how to do that clever linking thing but it will have to wait til Donna gets back from a blissful week in a static caravan in Norfolk. With six kids), nobody else seems to make an arse of themselves with such unerring regularity. The other week at work we were discussing a colleague and I noted with surprise that he didn't drink at the Summer Ball. "What's wrong with some people?!" I bellowed. "He's a recovering alcoholic." came the response. Ah. So anyway, yesterday I had an appointment at a medical centre I haven't visited for about three years. It's a specialist medical centre which also provides out-of-hours emergency treatment for non-hospital cases, and as such needs extra security. After a couple of futile attempts at opening the door, I noticed the intercom box to my left. I pressed the buzzer and gave my name, and was admitted on the basis that I had an appointment. The Other Half was parking the car at this point. I presented myself at the Reception desk, and was asked to take a seat. I was slightly concerned that the Other Half might have a problem with admittance, as he was merely accompanying me and didn't actually have an appointment. Remembering the words "high resolution camera" which were printed in bold letters on the intercom box, I said "My partner is parking the car. Will you let him in when he buzzes? He's got a beard".

Her expression, which was a combination of puzzlement and vague fear, was a surprise to me. Until I realised that they probably don't need the camera when its broad daylight and they know exactly who's turning up......

In other news, we're shortly having a desk inspection to make sure we aren't harbouring illicit cutlery. Bonkers.