Air Today

The pushchair's rear onside wheel had a puncture yesterday. I fixed it last night and was surprised to discover that it was the first tyre puncture I've ever repaired. First one in 32 years.

I was left thinking what else I haven't done in the last 32 years:

Skiing
Rock-climbing
Pot-holing
Many other manly pursuits

On the flipside, I have dressed up in drag many times.

However, I can now add puncture repairing to my list of new skills. Plastering, plumbing and electricial engineering are scheduled to be added soon -- I want a complete career change.

The tyre was still inflated this morning, so unlike yesterday, India and Vic shouldn't be house-bound today.

Photo Negative

I've been set a dilemma here at work:

I have the twenty week scan photo of India on my desk. Vic framed it up for me in an attractive silver photo frame as a present. It's been sat on my desk for 30 weeks now. I love it.

On the day India was born -- the 13th of September -- my colleague Lisa had a miscarriage. It was the day of her 13th week scan. She never made the appointment.

Lisa sits six feet away from me.

She has had "issues" at work ever since -- clearly she is upset by baby talk, etc. I'm very careful to be sensitive to the situation.

Last week my boss queitly suggested that I might like to change my photo of India, or consider removing it from my desk. Apparently the scan photo brings it all back to Lisa.

I can appreciate this.

If she asked me directly, I would probably remove the photo instantly, but as the request is via my manager -- and I have quite a history of receiving downright rudeness from her over the last 2 and a half years (I don't like her) -- I am reluctant to remove the scan image.

I love the photo. It's been there 30 weeks.

So the dilemma is:

a) Remove the photo.

or:

b) Don't remove the photo and look like a complete c*nt.

A win-win situation.