Who'd be a manager?

I have to go to a meeting tomorrow. A MEETING! On the last afternoon before I have a week off. These bastards do it deliberately, I’m sure they do. They wait for me to put in a Holiday Request Form then they call each other up and say ‘Let’s do a meeting on the day he leaves, to really get up his nose….’
Bastards.
Anyway, they won’t dampen my enthusiasm about having a few days off. That will be done by remembering I have to go to have a wedding suit fitted on Thursday. And then go and talk to a florist. And look at some pictures of ice sculptures…..
Just keep thinking about Friday, Rory, when you will be sitting by a campfire in a lovely campsite, drinking lovely wine and enjoying a lovely barbecue, and trying to persuade your lovely fiancee to nip into the tent with you to practice for your wedding night.

RC 18-8-15