Pickles

What a day!

Interesting. Active. Frustrating. Rewarding. Humorous. A bit of everything. 

I even cut the Last Wife's grass for her, having heard of her frustration at her son, daughter and New Man letting her down in this minor matter. 

I had hoped for a free dinner (she is a cook in a well known Edinburgh restaurant, so this is not to be sniffed at) but another time will have to do. 

The workplace was an absolute hoot, being an interested spectator in another episode of Management mismanaging the simplest of things. The Foodie and I had another union meeting while Half Pint was out for lunch. We think he may be part of Management, but it is not at all clear.  

Blipping was an afterthought in this maelstrom of melodrama, but my new jar of Polish ogórki came to my rescue.