I look forward to tales of Norm being stapled to the cubicle walls, or perforated with a hole-punch.

Weather is fantastic here - my favourite combination of misty mornings with a chill in the air and warm, sunny days that encourage me to wash every last thing that will fit in the washing machine 'ready for winter'. (I didn't actually choose to wash the big, heavy bedspread yesterday, that was down to some poor food choices on Lucy's part, but at least it was good drying weather and the thing was washed, dried and back in place by bedtime.)