It didn't help that I got a Nor'wester headache
on Sunday that made me cry like a sook.
Cause I worked most of the weekend
if you can call hanging out in hotels
with lovely Young Farmers work.
Oh yeah, that's my job.
I did get them to work quite hard
and we solved a few problems.
Plus did a personal productivity module
which is now being taken far too seriously in our office.
All the new staff have been inducted and are off working.
Yesterday I told Mags to the supermarket
not a big deal to those of you live near shops
but to go to a real big supermarket with a decent range is pretty darn exciting in my world.
When we were at the check out Mags got run into my an old man in a mobility scooter.
Like really hard too.
Poor Mags.
And I called the slaughter man.....
only I had to leave a message so the lambies have a stay of execution.
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