After several months of persuading by those incessant emails screaming "I've added you as a friend on facebook", I have finally relented. And it is an amazing world of facebook I have discovered. 19 friends and counting.

During the course of the day at work, Pants Wearing PA and I hop on at our respective desks and moan to each about how bored we are:
Swell Mademoiselle [current status] is wishing she had called in sick today.
Pants Wearing PA [status] is also wishing she had chucked a sickie.

At times the connection at Rather Large Bank fails us. Then a spate of
"I can't LOG ON!"
"Phew! Thought it was just me!"
"Crap! We have to resort to Lotus Notes!"
bounce back and forth.

During my lunch break at the pilates studio the other day (a recently ventured activity in an attempt to make a stunning entrance as a bridesmaid next year), my face was booked by the receptionist. He is one of those spunky new age types that smelled of ylang ylang. A mass of politically correct organically knitted green sweater that took down my details as I got sucked in for a ten session pass.

"Can I get your email? You know, just in case we have to change class schedules."

"Yep. It's ___@gmail.com."

"Gmail? That's the way to go. Isn't it the best?" Green ylang ylang man approved in his Brunswick Street cool manner. "Wait. Have you got facebook as well?!"

I rushed back to the office, logged onto facebook for the umpteenth time that day and changed the security settings on my account.