No sick days.
In times gone by a night full of attempts to unblock ears, nose and throat, failing miserably each time followed by attempts to stem the flow from ears, nose and throat, failing equally miserably each time would have ended in a swift phone call to my place of employment begging impending death as the reason for not turning up and resulted in a day involving the sofa, a blanket and lots of television.
However, THE SHOP DOESN'T OPEN ITSELF, DOES IT?
It's a small price to pay...
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I think it's fair to say the likelihood of me stepping in to open the shop for you this morning was slim.
ReplyDeleteClearing throat....and why is that Marie...do you have a morning coffee date with Mark Farley ?
ReplyDeleteSorry Clive, that name is strictly verboten round these parts.
ReplyDeleteThe thermometer of success is merely the jealousy of the malcontents.
ReplyDeleteSaid Salvador...