Well, what do you know. The bastards in the US who have been ignoring my e-mails and generally being useless are suddenly helpful. What could've brought about this change? Well maybe yesterday's conference call with important and unhappy people may have had an effect. So when I send you sods an e-mail politely asking for a cert, you sit on it for 3 weeks. When the issue gets escalated, I get it back within the hour. Fuckers.
Anyhow, Mrs. H. doesn't know it but she's got a hen do tonight. This means I'm on duty with Small Boy (stepdaughter is with her dad). I see the future and it's curry. Maybe with wine and IRC.
Next Friday we were thinking of having pre-wedding drinks plus it coincides with my 10th anniversary at this company (bloody hell!). Also, Friday 13th sounds like a good date.
Booked wakeboarding on Windermere. Last year it will be possible (boo). Yes, that's the honeymoon.
Picking up my suit tomorrow. Excitement. I wonder how long before I spill something on it.
Suing Yahoo. The guy is obviously a total cunt.
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