Today is the first proper day of a two week break from work for me (after spending most of yesterday sleeping off some night shifts). YeeeeeHa! Goddam my old sombrero !
I strolled into the kitchen to get the tea that starts the day and I need someone's help.
Can anyone forge a letter from my Mum to She Who Must Be Obeyed giving the married man's equivalent of "Please excuse my son from P.T. lessons this week because he's broken a shoelace ". ?
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There, next to the kettle, were two A4 sheets of paper with jobs to be done over the next two weeks !
Still, she hasn't seen that bottle of Cloudy Bay I picked up yesterday, otherwise there may have been a comment or three !