Nothing like a suicide first thing in the morning...

The brief I got handed this morning is not a pretty one. Suicide by jumping off a 29th level balcony. And reading through the statements, it sounds like people tried the 'tough love' option and told her to go ahead and do it. Of course, now they're all blaming each other. *sighs*

I have to say, a fall from that height? Not the cleanest way out imaginable. I feel sorry for the poor girl using the gym on the ground floor at the time.



Any way, confirmed with qodarkness that she and Alan will be attending the Wodonga party. I'll have to call home either tonight or tomorrow to let mum know. And I'm going down the pub tonight with Phil and a couple of his friends from work (well, Dan's from his work, Sarah's his wife that I get on with well). Debauchery is planned, I believe.

I'll be glad to finish work today, I think. I'm sitting here trying to focus on work stuff, and instead I have To Do lists running through my head. Doesn't help that every five minutes I've got front counter enquiries or Pat's phone to answer and it breaks my already-poor concentration. XP