My big brother is in town. He graciously indicated he'd stay in and oversight the Noodles as the Noodles goes to sleep. And we're going to slip out and see the new Sherlock Holmes movie! Hooray! And I am going to get a choc top, maybe popcorn (I didn't eat the last lot) and of course a big fuck-off syrup slushie thing.
Thank the genetics (1) I am not diabetic.
I also found out the pay people fucked my pay up. So I get the giddy delight of sorting that crap out on the morrow. Grr.
And a shout-out to Casso who has suffered her own bureaucracy SNAFU and makes mine look like an incidental toe stubbing by way of comparative hassle.
(1) But is un-thanked for poor skeleton; obesity; IBS; depression; looking like a potato; hairy back; and a whole host of shiver-me-timbers that you'd not want inflicted.