The toddler, Majestic, the Investment Bank and the sweet Chinese girl from my office...

I guess you are supposed to blog daily. But I am still finding my feet. So this is really a blog of this week (hey I'm a working Mum/Mom, what am I going to do ignore my son to 'do computer' as he calls it)

My ego got a bit of a boost this week. A project I had been working on for a large European investment bank has finally finished, to positive reviews. (My halo is coming soonish). All this in front of the Greek, who looks way too good in jeans, despite wearing glittery, green eye shadow.

And, I found out that I am the the top search when you type my name into Google. All thanks to my Finextra blogging. I shall introduce this blog to the joys of grid computing and reference data in due time. (I wonder when typing your name into Google will every seem dated and quaint.

I watched the BBC movie about Mary Whitehouse on TV last week. For those of you who don't know, Mary Whitehouse was a 60s/70s/80s etc... campaigner to clean British TV from sex and violence. I was struck by how important the characters in the show felt TV was. It did seem a bit dated. Strange given the fact that I love TV.

The end of the working week, I decided to hold court in the office kitchen. We are allowed food and wine and beer in the afternoon on Friday. I didn't mean for it to turn into a girly fest (several of the 'boys' tried to come in for a beer, but left soonish) but many of the girls wanted to hear about the Boy, and being pregnant and giving birth.

(quick note: as I am the third oldest person in my small company behind the CEO and the head of sales, and every one else hovers around the mid-20 mark, I do tend to call them all girls and boys)

But one of the girls in sales, a Chinese girl who had married a french guy, started to express some fears about giving birth--probably helped by the large glass of Jacob's Creek Riesling (bought at Tescos for £5.20).

However, her fears were not about the pain or trying to breast feed or anything like that. She said, I don't want anyone else taking care of my baby, I want to be a stay at home Mum. Fair enough, (trust me, SAHM's are working Mums as well). But that is not what struck me--she went on to say, 'I am afraid that I will have this new baby and no job and I won't be able to clean the house or make dinner and my husband will yell at me saying I don't make any money and I can't even keep house."

The room went silent. I tried to defuse the atmosphere and save her from expressing deep-concerns-and-fears-in-the-workplace by laughing and joking, 'Oh shit, that would mean divorce! or at least a few nights in the spare room!" HAHAHA. It got a few laughs from the room.

But the sales girl said quietly into her glass of chilled white, 'that's what might happen in your house..."

I felt sad and concerned--for both of us. Who was the more typical? Should she be more assertive with her husband, or should I be....well that is just bollocks. I wouldn't divorce my husband for yelling at me. But I wouldn't take unfair shit either. Oh well, I hope the little sales girl starts expressing her fears to her husband and not to an office kitchen full of slightly drunk work colleagues.

Now we get to the weekend. Potty training is slow, but steady. There is still a lot of poo on the floor. But much funnier is my husband. (who I admit, is doing more of the training that I am--well, Boy is a boy)

It is not a big secret that we are big wine drinkers (probably too much, recycle-day is a bit embarrassing) But we have discovered the 29 wine available from Majestic. at £3.99 it is by far one of the best wines we have ever drunk. We order it, I guess, a bit too much. About an hour ago my husband picked up the phone to the Dulwich Majestic and said, "Yes, the usual, and maybe a few bottle of white....thanks" hung up the phone and said, "our wine is coming this evening (well done for a Saturday).

Saying that the husband has called up his mother( also a bit of a win...no....an oenophile) to tell her about the '29'. She emailed back to say, they have ordered a case. A good weekend, I guess, will be had by all.