WE made an impromptu visit into the city this weekend.

Other half always tends to get these hair-brained "let's go-Go-GO" ideas when I'm suffering a hangover so after a couple of Panadols, we set off.
Leaving the sunshine of the peninsula behind, we found some hotel accommodation and unpacked our toothbrushes. We'd been told that a trip to the casino was a must-do so we gathered some directions from the hotel reception staff and headed off.

There was just one problem. The outfit I was wearing when we left home - in the sunshine - soon deemed totally the wrong one after we found ourselves walking the streets in the rain.
Sporting white trousers and flip-flops, sorry, thongs, I found myself aqua-planing my way around the city's walkways and felt no way as chic and cosmopolitan as my tram-riding counterparts as I squelched around in my mud-splashed and now virtually transparent lower body clothing.

I always wear the wrong thing. Take today for example... I've sat with the laptop for the lion's share of daylight hours looking for jobs and checking emails, wearing clothes obviously but nothing on my feet.
Too idle to make a sidestep into the robe for a pair of woolly slipper socks, I sat there tapping away at the keys until my extremities started to turn blue. At one point, I started to look somewhat patriotic, what with the white of my skin and the red of my fingertips after a seven hour stint at the QWERTY. And as for the stars ... I was seeing those as well after being on the jobhunting websites for the day.

I wonder which path fate will set me on in the world of work. I could really do with persuading my former editors back there if they can put it to the Board to set me up to do my community news pages remotely from 10,000 miles away. It's not such an impossibility. Not with today's technology. Surely??
I would just be sitting in a different room, in a different time zone with a different deadline. But the same old me giving the same one hundred and ten per cent.

All those in favour, lobby me at mandi.pugh@gmail.com and I'll pass your comments on...