MiniBreaker, of course, is loving having two new people to read her books, play with her and take her to the park.
Nipped out to get MBW some yoghurt last night (never quibble with a pregnant woman's food desires) and was taken aside by one of the shop owners. CCTV wiped, many thanks my friend, here's a bottle of champagne, whisky, vodka and bacardi. "Many thanks my friend" he beams.
"No no no no no no" I stutter. "Thanks, but I can't accept this". He insists and gives me the yoghurt free too.
How the chuff am I to explain this to MBW? They're currently sitting in the boot of my car.
Job hunt goes on, some nibbles here and there and a disastrous interview; they wanted a quant dev with exotic equity experience. After some uncomfortable moments, I escaped the interview.
Hmm. Still solvent, but the need for a job is getting bigger each day; this is the longest I've not worked since 1995. Restless and underfoot.
Come on, MicroBreaker, or your Mum'll be induced tomorrow.
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