The Strawbs
Today started with an amusing situation.
Tor (as is usual for Fridays) brought her 11 month old into the office – young Tom.
I had purchased some strawberries
Tom likes strawberries
So…
I hulled (as i believe the term is) a strawberry, stuck it on to his finger and sat back to watch the fun.
Quick inspection…
Smells like a strawberry so in the gob it goes – just the pointy end to start, but before long the whole thing was in!
Those of you of a certain age will remember the way Paddington Bear ate sandwiches – in a most animated way including his snout – Tom did this too.
Soon strawberry juice was running all down his face – much to my amusement and Tor’s dismay
I must remember NOT to use Tom as an entertainment centre
##For those worried about him choking, both myself and Tor were watching##
Albeit through tears of laughter on my part
#RANT#Â
I also see that the Post Office have decided to continue this ridiculous strike action – They MUST realise that for us as a business (and I might add MANY of our contacts) is fatal. They’ve shot themselves right in the foot!
We’ve decided that we can use email for most (if not all) our communications and another carrier for the rest.
They should sack the blummin’ lot of them and employ immigrants!
~spot the unhappy business man~
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