It was my last day at work on Friday. Don’t worry, I’m on maternity leave. No sackings or HR staff members were harmed in the making of my maternity leave. The girls in the office decorated my table with balloons, ‘Congratulations’ banners and sequins, which is lovely. As silly as it sounds, and even knowing that everyone gets a similar treatment on any monumental day, it does make you feel a little special.
I did get a few complaints that, due to the selfishness of not finding out the baby’s gender, they had a nightmare finding ‘new baby’ banners or balloons, hence the ‘congratulations’ ones. However, all that is completely kicked in the ass by the kick-ass sequins of my name.
How blinkin’ cool is that? Finally, there was a little presentation. The director had some lovely, kind words to say. It’s a silly thing, but you don’t realise that you make that great an impression until someone is talking about you.
A friend, Vanessa, came in to work to see everyone and she bought two awesome gifts; a play mat with an octopus toy which makes it infinitely better than one without, plus The Autobiography Of A One Year Old which can only be read in the voice of Stewie Griffin. It should be noted that Vanessa always wraps presents beautifully – I nearly wore the ribbon as a hair attachment for the rest of the day.
So that’s me now on maternity leave. I’d like to say that I’m taking it easy, but I’m using the time to catch up on everything I’ve not done in the past couple of months. Like blogging 
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On Thursday night we popped down to our local lovely pub, The Olde Swan for some dinner. They always do gorgeous, gorgeous food and the staff are always great fun. After a top steak and chips followed by scrummy ice cream, I popped away from the table for a few moments.
