Whadda day. Audit looming. This week I’ve already drunk two whole bottles of Soave Blush and it’s only Tuesday. Actually, it’s Monday, which makes the previous line even more heinous. Fuck. This week started on Saturday evening.
You can see what sort of a state I’m in - Mr P is away recce-ing a shoot, I’m here with the Mouse, trying to think about work outside of work time and just freaking myself OUT so I have another wee glass and then… well, I end up spending all my time talking to you guys - which is not to say it’s time wasted.
I think we’re 90% of the way there but it has not been achieved without real suffering. If only we didn’t have to go through this charade every 9 months, I’d really quite like Auditing as a career. It isn’t EVER this bad when I’m working on behalf of clients; only when working for us.
Out tomorrow night with colleagues for a bit of much-needed R & R. Might not be in party mood by the end of tomorrow but I shall gird up my loins and put on my curry hat and get down the restaurant and enjoy myself. What else is there to do in the country?
well, you could have a lobotomy and become a true country dweller….all together now..”you ain’t from round here boy!”
ps great photo….
Oo be you?
Hehheh!!
Thank luv. I do take an occasional great snapperoon. Thanks for calling last nite - I’ll call you on the weekend as I’m out for curry n beer tonight yippee!!