As weeks go this has been better than the last few I have been experiencing. It’s been healthy, eventful, productive and I have still managed to laugh – normally at someone, but it keeps me occupied! The great thing is also that my boss has gone on holiday for 2 weeks, so we are all going to create mayhem, mess up her desk, move her stuff around, draw on things, hide her laptop (already done as draw found unlocked!), get into trouble with the business and generally make it pretty unpleasant for when she returns! Just kidding we will all be as good as gold…..!! Ha, we are gonna paaarrrrttttyyyyy!! Naturally she will be greatly missed, I guess I should say that really…:D

Well whilst JPR lives it up with the gorgeously tanned Greek firemen (I don’t normally make it past the body to see the face), we will be stuck in the interview rooms with only the rain to look forward to at the weekends. However I am going to Champneys on Sunday with a friend for some pampering and more laughing. I am sure some tales will come out of that!

We had a big desk move today too and the office looks completely different. There’s also a whole new level of decibels to get used to with no furniture to absorb it. Trust me, our department in comparison to the rest of the company has a very high volume level anyway (of course I don’t contribute to this!). I love it and there’s a great buzz, but with the new move it is going to seriously affect my introverted mojo! I’m very sensitive see. Due to this sensitivity next week is going to be a sad one. I do naturally get quite attached to people I like and I am going to have to say goodbye to more colleagues who are off to pastures new. I hate saying goodbye and whilst I know that it’s often for the best and I’m very happy for them, I still get quite emotional... but with someone leaving comes a leaving do! So it’s off to St Albans again for the next 2 Fridays to see them off in true style – I am going to have to start taking shares in these bars I think.

Speaking of parties my best friend is getting married in November and I am Matron of Honour, my second time at a friends wedding to hold this elitist position!! As a result I am in charge of hen night proceedings. She will be having two. One where we’ll share a limo to London with the stag party then separate into our groups, which is two days before the wedding. The stag do includes my husband as he’s an usher – damn, I’ll have to behave. However that said I would expect them to have some dodgy stripper or pay for personal lap dances in some God awful wank club before tying the groom to a traffic light, so I am sure I can have a bit of a pass for the night?!

The 2nd hen night will be our special one. Just me and Mounia, Woogers as I like to call her – long story, so will explain another time. We wanted to do something special as we haven’t been away together without the boys since New York in 2005 and we are well overdue. I now have to try and find a long weekend away before Ramadan starts in September because I am not Muslim – neither is she actually but her Dad is so she likes to respect him and do it too. I am not that disciplined and so eating and more importantly drinking will become an issue on our weekend and therefore the clash must be avoided!

The Ramadan timing means I’ve only got a couple of weeks to find a holiday, preferably somewhere hot for 4 days for us to go. How on earth do I find that and still be able to afford it? I am starting to stress about it slightly actually – I did however find a great hen night weekend in Brighton where you can record your own song in a studio and the best bit… train to be a pole dancer for the evening! I thought this was a great idea, good for your fitness, fun and if you become good at it, you could make some pocket money! She didn’t agree actually so the pole dancing thing is a no go. “Where’s your sense of adventure?!”

So I was thinking of maybe some 18-30’s cheapo tacky foam party end of season in Ibiza shag fest, but she didn’t fancy that. Well she did, she just thought with the looming wedding it may not be the best start and then she reminded me that I too was already married… hmm well…. No [thinking]… No that one is out!

Booze cruise? “No can’t go on boats I puke everywhere.” That one is out.

Amsterdam? “Deb do you remember the last time we were there and what happened.” Yeah she’s right, that one is out!

Disneyland Paris? Yep good idea. “Found one Deb.” Great I thought we were onto a winner, so I asked her details and how much she found it for. “£1200 for both of us, 5* hotel in Disneyland, Eurostar included, unlimited passes etc.” Sounds fabulous, but nothing more needed to say, that one is out!

God, we are not going to find anything we can agree on. There is a very limited budget mainly because I’m paying for everything and I’m skint and she is paying for her wedding and also skint. We both know we would like to go somewhere hot to top up our tans for the pics but finding it is tricky. We don’t need anything fancy as we will spend the entire time intoxicated and giggling like naughty brats so it doesn’t matter too much.

A large consideration for this trip though is that she is the clumsiest, actually joint clumsiest person I know and if anything is going to go wrong, it would go wrong to her – and if I am with her, it will go wrong for me too! I have to find something safe and calming and ensure that all potential risks are eliminated before they become a calamity. We almost got arrested at the airport in New York then she managed to get us lost on a walk around the Bronx thinking she was taking us to the Greyhound tours bus terminus – not somewhere two girls want to be lost really! She also nearly got us banned from Rome on a Birthday trip there, so my job this time is to ensure we both get back in one piece with no dramas to report!

A hotel in St Albans is starting to sound quite appealing…