... would like some advise on how to ask a girl out.

He's nervous and doesn't want to muck it up. Does anyone have any advice for him?

(Remember, they are 10.)

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... and tonight, I'm too tired to blog... so lets just call this a place holder blog and pretend it hasn't really been a week since I last blogged.

(btw, Ross is currently out at the Santana concert, but he has a kinda big day tomorrow, so can you all keep your fingers crossed that he has a great time tonight, and is able to wake up early in the morning and rock the socks off everyone in the very early meeting he's got)

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Today two men, walked towards my desk and stopped in front of it, one was the building manager, the other was a handsome, official looking guy in a suit. I said "Uh-oh, this looks ominous"

and he laughed and said "Hi, I'm Detective X from Y Police station. I'm here to take your statement about what happened yesterday. Obviously you didn't witness what happened, but what did you hear?"

He talked to each of us, and asked questions like "Could you hear two distinct voices?" and "Who called the ambulance?" and "Which one of you went upstairs?", he took our names and addresses and said we might get called as witnesses if the case goes to court.

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By the way, he has a broken hip and a broken leg. Because he has an artificial hip, it'll need replacing.

Today was ... weird.

When I arrived at work I discovered that the side glass door had been smashed and was boarded up.

It turns out that over the weekend, our building had been broken into and several laptops stolen, including a laptop in the area in which I worked.

Later in the day, I could hear the builders upstairs, banging and yelling and what sounded like a fight... followed by more banging, a crash, a thump and then "Argh! FUCK! Someone call an Ambulance!"

The voice was so raw and panic-fulled, I swear, every single one of us sitting downstairs picked up our phones to call for an ambulance without even knowing what had happened.

Two people stayed on the line to the ambulance, and I ran upstairs to get information for the paramedics. One of the builders was laying on the ground, his body twisted with one leg crossed  over his body at a strange angle. I was to tell the paramedic it was either a broken or a dislocated artificial hip.

I ran back to pass the information on, and one of the two people who'd call the ambulance had gone out the front to wait, and the other remained on the phone and passed the information I provided on.

When the ambulance arrived (and it felt like and age) I ran back and assured the people upstairs that the ambulance was here,  and went back to my desk which was almost directly under where the accident had happened. We pretended to work while we listened to the injured builder scream and groan in pain as he was prepared to be stretcher down the stairs and onto the gurney sitting near my desk.

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Love and Luck.

My first painting in what feels like forever, and must be at least .... I dunno.

A long time.

(painted for and given to, Rachel my boss of the past 18mths who is moving on to bigger and better challenges - as if being my boss isn't challenge enough.)

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