Thought tonight might go badly - putting down Mr 7 and Ms 3 month on my own but it's actually going really well. Mr 7 currently writing a multi-page letter to some YouTube Beyblader, Ms 7 month just kicking away in her bassinet quite happily.
Boot shop rang to say my boots have arrived for trying-on. I finished lunch so I can't go. And can't go after work because other committments. So wet feet for me if I go outside this weekend. Really should have got this sorted sooner.
One of my (very talented) colleagues has just pulled the pin with a 13-paragraph full-bus mail to the COO explaining his displeasure at (lack of) decision on renewing his contract. And sent us all a copy. It's very juicy.
Hmmm. Re-arranged Pub Club doesn't look like it's going to happen. Too few attendees. Which is a shame as I've got a right thirst on. I am on the lookout for Tooters that fancy a beer in/around South #Perth/Vic Park.
Gah! Trekked across town to get some boots I want to stop my feet getting wet. Despite what their website said, they had none in my size. So left shop, it pissed down, I missed my bus and got wet feet anyway.