Monkey Business

With one bound, the Pensioner was free. By mid-morning, I'd had enough. Goodbye to the free bananas; pulling my frilly nylon panties right up tight, I flounced off out the door.
So, back to the old job where I wrote a strong a considered email about the nature of things over there. Constructive of course, with some good bloody suggestions. Just don't invite me back to implement any of the fekkers.
So, that's freed up a bit of time. Yachting Monthly! Pepys! Cups of tea (gasp). And maybe some fun the next couple of nights...