07.33 on a Sunday, management is decidedly tetchy. Her famous good sense of humour has failed.
I have now removed the batteries and placed this weapon of sleep destruction beyond use. OK, so Branwen is home tomorrow night and I will have hidden it in her room by then.
Yesterday went so well too.
Wood got cut, the wood pile rationalized and shifted, we now have room for at least another 8 tons of wood.
This all counts for nought though.
07.00 on a Sunday and something woke the management.
That is NOT funny.
Not at all, not even slightly.
R
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