Happy (slightly) belated birthday to Cade, although the realisation that he's now hit double figures is almost unfathomable - where has the time gone? I hope our card and gift have arrived, and that his Mum hasn't confiscated the present for it's bad taste.....
What a week it's been. Working both Saturday and Sunday (until 8pm and 6pm respectively), followed by an almost permanent residence in the office since. My mobile continued to vibrate like an irritable rattlesnake during even the one hour I took on Tuesday night to play football. Depressing. Last night I left around 9pm, and tonight? It's 7.30pm now, so it's anyones guess.
Of course it go's without saying my exit time would be accelerated somewhat had I not begun this blog. As such I'll swiftly wrap this up.
What's the only thing you read this for? Oh yes, Luca. I'm sorry, I have no stories to tell as I haven't really seen my son in almost a week. My only real experience is from this morning, when he became so aggravated after an argument with his Mum that he stormed up to his bedroom and pulled his trousers, socks and pants off. I found him sitting on his bed wearing only his t-shirt. "Why did you do that?" I queried. "I don't know" screamed an exasperated, but secretly moderately amused child.
**Useless fact of the day - Britons are among the hardest working people in Europe (42.4 hours per week), with only Romanians putting in longer hours. Australians work an average of 36, and Americans 40.9. The Chinese, of course, are the worlds hardest working**
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