out in the Sun

I think my employers might go bankrupt this year, based solely on the increase in postal charges. I can't believe how expensive it is just to send a sodding letter these days, and we have thousands of brochures to distribute around the country when it gets to Autumn. I might try and persuade Gavin to do it all digitally. He likes the fact that our customers, and potential customers, get to hold a glossy magazine that they can flick through rather than scroll through online, but I like the idea of still being paid next year, and I can see us culling staff or reducing wages if we have to keep shelling out to send needlessly extravagant literature to all corners of the British Isles.
Anyway, onto happier things, lest I sound like one of the people I was moaning about in yesterday's blog...
Today has been rather glorious and I have felt more like myself again, rather than a balloon full of snot. I had my lunch outside, I have been walking around talking to punters and I have even joined in with an activity or two. I still have hay fever attacking me mercilessly, but at least it's not now battling with a cold and other associated problems, it just has free rein to abuse my system as it sees fit, so it's much happier. So apart from a few sniffles and the occasional nose-wipe, I am more human now, and less a list of symptoms.

RC 17-4-25