I went to the dr’s surgery the other day to get jabs for India (K’s folks will be pleased!…). Whilst sitting in the waiting room with another man and woman, I overheard this conversation. Well, it amused me anyway: Bloke: Ethel had a christmas pudding from the supermarket one year – it said you could… Continue reading Exploding christmas pud causes acrimonious divorce
Its Christmas party season. So I feel ill. Really ill. Mummy, help me. Note to self: don’t mix beer, champagne, white wine, red wine, bourbon, scotch and gin ever again. Ow.
Not quite complete, but pictures from Palm Beach and Reims are now up. The Palm Beach section even includes a video!
…as Lisa would say. Whilst getting ratted at the Christmas party is usual, perhaps essential, its also a legal minefield. Apparently. Talk about taking the fun out of it!
This entry rants about gov’t IT contracts. The Inland Revenue heard me – and hang on my every word. Now, about those tax rebates…