No Cheque Blues

Where's my money?!?!?!?!

Each day I dash to the doorstep as soon as I hear the post land on the doorstep. And each day when there's nothing there, I die a little inside.

And to make matters worse I've just started to receive junk mail. I don't want another f****** credit card!!!

Share certificates were apparently missing and have to re-issued, putting things back a couple of weeks.

Example of Irony of the Day: I over heard a grey haired man well over forty discussing with a younger woman the philosophical nature of reality and perception whilst wearing a pair tight leather trousers....

Good luck with that.