Oh how I could ribbit loudly!!
I am sitting here in my new office and it's just divine!
There's not a cat/dog/wellington boot/chainsaw to be seen, and I shall hide the key so it stays this way.
I have purchased executive furniture and built it all myself (swagger), it's lovely.
But it's been difficult getting permission for such spaces, the bureaucracy involved to get it passed by Darling Husband has been quite a challenge.
Darling Husband: What exactly is the point of you moving out of the house into an office? I mean what can you do out there that you can't do in here?
Frog: I would like my own space
Darling Husband: You've got loads of space
Frog: I have to share it with everyone!...I can't even wee on my own!
Darling Husband: Give me one good reason why you need a proper office
Frog: You know last night when that posh lady from London phoned to enquire about party bags and I was talking to here from in here?
Darling Husband: Yes (teeth beginning to gnash at the thought of a spending spree)
Frog: You recall you have a bit of 'cat trouble' while I was on the phone?
Darling Husband: grunt (frowning) the 'kin cat was in the kitchen and it should be outside!
Frog: Well, while I was talking to her you yelled audible expletives at the feline and slammed the door in a somewhat aggressive manner.
Darling Husband: Well
Frog: Well she didn't phone back..
Darling Husband : Oh.
I wish I'd thought of it months ago, I could have got Potty Mummy to call me (she's very posh).
