Apologies for radio silence last week. Deeply unprofessional and shame on me. The thing is I took a half day on the Tuesday to nip down to Gatwick to greet Bob and his hair returning from four months in South America. That was fair enough really. Anyway, he had been home all of three hours when I looked out the kitchen window to see him standing proudly alongside a panting dog and a bedraggled looking rabbit. That was of course just the start of it. On Wednesday evening this week I was served fried Suffolk pigeon breasts on toast, sprinkled with rocket leaves alongside a cranberry sauce and yesterday I got home to find a dead squirrel, tail hanging forlornly over the roof of our back door shed. That hasn’t been turned into supper quite yet. Yup. Normal service is restored in Gazeley and the local wild life has good cause to be anxious.
And then I had another day off on the Friday to play golf with my father. I lost. We had my parents staying all week which was perfect once everyone got over their somewhat fraught arrival. I had told you just the other day about the additions to our chicken flock. Alas one of them is no more. This was nothing to do with Bob. Theresa May, a grey and very bossy hen, was snaffled by my parent’s black and white springer spaniel Tess who had taken the opportunity to give her legs a stretch after a long car journey. Poignantly, though I note this with a certain sense of satisfaction, the hen’s demise coincided with her namesake’s declining fortunes in the opinion polls ( on which subject a prescient note from our Global Markets team attached below is worth a read ).
Talking of stressy things I’m sure several of you, if not in the midst of CFAs, are grappling as I am with the demands of the ongoing GCSE exam schedule. Gruelling stuff. Yet it appears Lottie is taking it all in her stride. I sent her a good luck message before her first one. Attached the ensuing conversation. I wonder if you can guess which subject it was. “Nailed it” indeed. Time will tell.
This week, unlike many of my colleagues judging from the deserted desks around me, I have been glued to the work station though I have to admit things are a wee bit quiet all week. I need to earn a crust though. Not least because we took delivery of a replacement for the stricken VW Polo I told you about the other day. This latest version, another Polo, is dark blue, seven years old and has 53,000 miles on the clock, albeit, for the moment at least, it doesn’t have too many dents in it. Last of the big spenders. That’s me.
Oh well, dear reader, have a lovely long weekend and the good news is I have a trip to Singapore the week after next which will surely liven things up.
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