And NotBob woke up at 1030, had breakfast and gave the dogs theirs.
Watched a bit of telly before flicking the PS2 on.
Phone call at noon from V
"Hi, NotBob! Only me."
Hi, V
"Look, we've got a bit of a panic on here. CR wants 25 more copies of his report done, the others went out minus an annex. Could you come in and do it."

Yeh, I'll be in about half-one.
Walked the dogs.
Guess where I am now, and it ain't the pub. *GAH*!
And it looks like I'll be here tomorrow if I'm not bloody careful.
Old-Nick
Pro


Lifes rich tapestry, and such.