Why don't babies lose their voices?

I have the answer "because of the kind of noise" from a first year nursing student at Teeside but that's not enough for me. If I made any kind of noise for hours on end I would surely be a little hoarse. (A little horse).

If anyone is interested in conducting a little experiment, build yourself a soundproof room and let me know the results.

In other news, why did nobody ever tell me that graphic design was reeeally HAARRRD?! I want to go back downstairs and read the paper all day. No, not really...
I have discovered though that while it might be enthusiastic and impressive to say that you are going to design a whole thing by yourself, in practice it is actually quite challenging. Who'd have thunk that graphic design with no training, no research, no REAL computer skills, not much artistic talent and (apparently) no imagination would be difficult?! Not I.

The words get inside me and trickle down to my heart after they've seen my brain. They drip slowly but with an inconsistent rythmn so that sometimes all I get is that melodic tap, tap, tap. The sound I love of raindrops and a steady wind against my window at night, ushering me off to sleep. Other times it is a downpour of the drops I want to catch and inflate, it's lightening and a thinderclap in perfect unison. These ones floor me for a secondwhile my heart regains a normal beat. These ones have a hundred other words written on them that everyone reads differently.
My bones are still soppy from that last film, that last book and now I have another soaking me through.

(Bounding back into the room she comes... A little out of breath, a little red faced, but smiling from ear to ear to see them all again. She takes giant steps and gives an enormous, wayyy over-emphasised wave. Finally she sits cross legged on a wheely, office chair and talks to the audience)

GILLY: I like the studio, it's going well. Today I have been taking photos of our ads around the place. New ones, down in the metro stop near my office. I have been speaking more Spanish than ever and this is a goooood thing, considering I need to. A lot.
Today was Sant Jordi so I had to fight to my desk in David Attenborough style, machety-ing through bright red roses left for me by admirers far and wide... ...
On St George's day the Catalans (is it just the Catalans?) celebrate a kind of far more classy and tasteful Valentine's day. He's their patron Saint, so the boys give the girls roses and the girls give the boys books. So this morning, all up and down every street there appeared stalls draped in Catalan flags and selling old and new books and roses wrapped in coloured paper and flags and just generally looking pretty. I haven't been down to the Ramblas yet but have been told it's totally packed.

(Without saying goodbye, she pulls her chair back to get momentum and kicks off, launching the wheely chair off into the distance...)

Talk to Studio boss about moving upstairs to the studio - check

Talk to Accounts boss about leaving to move upstairs - check

Casually drop it into conversation with Marta and revel in her reaction - check

Write and send email informing people not to write to my work address to much anymore - check

Finish all tasks asigned to me before I go - ummmm... check?

Tidy desk - check (eerie)

Leave trout in hidden place in office to stink up the place - hahahahaha

(And she floats out of the office, to return in ten days, but not to this little glass box and not to calculators, plastic files, ring binders, excel, powerpoint and brain melt.)