Directors, Pants

This morning our company director returned from talking with one of our clients, with a whole load of extra work to do. This work had already been transcribed and emailed out to the team. So one of the first things Director Len said, naturally, was "We've got a lot of work to do - let's have a meeting about it." Luckily I think he's been distracted by something shiny and hasn't come back for us yet. (He said 'in half an hour', two hours ago.)

Bought new boxer shorts at the weekend. I'm not sure, but they might be a size too small. They're definitely a bit snug, but I don't know if they're supposed to be or not... they're stretchy, so they could be those figure-hugging elasticated type. Must pay more attention when buying underwear, I suppose. I bought 'medium' - the label says '33-35" waist', and my jeans are 34". The jeans are a few years old and might have stretched, though, so I could be larger than I thought in the trouser department. I'll have to have a measuring session.

Ho-ho.

Raj returns!

Just got a call from the garage to say that Raj survived the operation. There was a minor complication with the radiator; he's been given a plastic weld, or something, which apparently "should hold." The mechanic is charging me a hundred pounds less than the estimate because he's not doing any work on the bonnet (which apparently is slightly dented but is not worth respraying).

I'm heading to Manchester tonight to pick the car up tomorrow, from where I will take it to a tyres place and (fix the|purchase a new) tyre. Friday is on.

Shit, my faith in the world has been restored. Trust to serendipity and love. Rose-tinted goggles: Check. Altogether now: If we take our time, and we stick together, everything we do will go our way...