If I hadn’t been dealing with HMRC already,( I spoke with 7 different people last week), I wouldn’t have opened it , but, as I say, I was still in ‘after funeral’ mode.
DiL is a Payroll Manager at the Orsepiddle, & has a battle with HMRC almost every day
My sympathies, Carinthia. In defence of HMRC, had it not been for their sympathetic Welsh employee and my Union, I’d have been most dreadfully out of pocket following my retirement due to injury (instead of quite a bit). But, that was 21 years ago and maybe they’re just as pear-shaped as most governmental departments seem to be, these days.
I have just constructed a retro salad. Lettuce, spring onion, radish, tomato and cucumber. Wiv salad cream. Oh, and cold smoked gammon. It smells wonderful and has taken me back - oooh, quite a few decades.
The plug will soon be pulled, so Good Nights all, and Feral, g’luch.
Gxxxx
We are having no Falling Shoes round here, Dahlink. This izza disreputable cellar. Shoes is kicked orff with vim and elan and the like.
As the wearer of the Cellar Tin Hat, this bothers me not one tit. Or jottle, neither.
We do not like Our Chatelaine being Rattled. RatArsed is fine, though.
A small stiffener and then bed, I think, dere.
Fret not.
G xxxxx .(propped up as per)