It's a year, pretty much to the day, since Bear Stearns hit the deck. It was a Friday, perhaps not quite the 13th, but unlucky enough for all that. I recall a client and I were distracted over lunch that day by the sight of everyone else in the restaurant pouring over their Blackberries, and remember asking each other what on earth could be going on that should cause people to behave so poorly. A year ago.....amazing really.
Busy week full of all sorts of surprising stuff Chez Sandison. The mystery of the disappearing stable brooms has been solved. It transpires that Bob, my 11 year old son, has been helping himself to them, breaking off the brushes and fashioning the handles, with his new Leatherman, into makeshift spears. Yet another letter from the Deputy Headmaster of Rugby about the latest shenanigans of Hen has been received and added to the collection. Much as you may quite enjoy receiving letters in the post, I should add that you really don't want to hear from this man even if he did this time have the good grace to conclude his missive with the sentence, "I might add that I do find Hen a most pleasant and charming young ladyh which was nice of him I suppose."
Bit grumpy having drawn a couple of duds in the office sweepstake for the Cheltenham Gold Cup, so bye for now but therefs a bunch of happy stuff included in the weekly round up so read on......oh yeah, and I've got a days holiday on Monday so hip hip hooray for that and only two weeks for me to learn how to sail before heading off to the BVI where I will be skippering a 43 ft cat.
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