Wednesday and just a regular day at work although I woke up for the third morning in a row with a really sore throat, and that, as Mum will tell you, is a BAD sign as that is always, and I mean always, the beginning of a stinking cold for me.
Nevertheless I dosed myself up with Gemma's tablets - she cant have them now that she is pregnant - and got stuck into preparing budgets - deep joy.
Tonight was crib night, a cup match this week, and we had to traipse off to the very salubrious surroundings of Montacute Working Men's Club - the name says it all. If it hadn't been for crib there would have been no-one in tonight.
Not successful, Kev and I were the only pair from our side to win, and then under rather dodgy circumstances which I cant divulge but let's just say it was a good job our opponents couldn't count their hands!!
Best we concentrate on the league from now one then...
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