Sunshine and showers.

This is all I have today due to wanton lack of co operation!!

I am peeved.

I was going for a much more tabloid title of Spice girls eat cake but was thwarted in my efforts.

The company I work for produces sauces and glazes for meat.

As such we have a product development kitchen with five staff whose job is to mix up stuff, cook it, taste it and remember how they did it in case they have to do it again.

I call them the Spice Girls which is better than "the brood of vipers" which is what my ex boss used to call them. (I haven't told them that)
We have Baby Spice (who is the youngest), Posh Spice (who is posh), Sporty Spice (who is sporty) and Scary/Ginger 1 plus Scary/Ginger 2 (who are neither scary or ginger).
They wanted cake and I brought some in for them. Baby, Posh and Scary/Ginger 1 were on mixing duty.

They scoffed the cake and then refused to be papped on the spurious grounds of
1. No make up
2. Bad hair day
3. This hair net does not match these overalls!!!

So you have clouds and roofs and boring flats.

Don't blame me...
Blame the Spice Girls!!!!!!