Philippa and I have both taken the rest of the week off. We’ve both had a strange sort of relief-induced system crash after finally getting into the house in Suffolk and finally feeling a bit settled. I can’t imagine anyone else would move house without taking time off, but this is the FIFTH different place we’ve lived in this year so we thought we’d just be able to wing our way in with no disruptions or dilemmas.
How wrong we were.
My chronic shits returned and Philippa, whom I think has had a grand total of two headaches in all the time I’ve known her, went down with a headache so bad that she couldn’t see properly and had to go to bed with a blindfold on.
So we’ve both contacted work and said we won’t be back until Monday.
Her boss has said ‘take as long as you need, we fully understand’
Mine said ‘Well you’ll have to get a doctors note, and ring us every day with an update’
Pack of bastards.
RC 2-7-14
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