Growl, Bark, Snarl, Burn the Food....
Dealing with financial documents don't do my sense of humour much good, especially when the people after the information represent the captains of industry and therefore in my estimation should be more than capable of making sense of the bloody things themselves. Tracy tackles overdues, I get the non-blog lowdown on Eastbourne and I leave at three, drop Sally at the station before heading home to meet Cal from school. I arrive a couple of minutes late, we dump his bags in the house and head off to the supermarket where we procure some burgers to cremate on the barbecue. Cunning plan is he can help out and is therefore more likely to eat the food provided. Finally get my LKDN stats in..... Still with the
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