I’ve been off work for the last 2 days, battling the terrible affliction that is man-flu. When I went to pick up Bean from nursery tonight, I ran into one of my office mates – who shall remain nameless, suffice it to say that he’s part of the Spanish Mafia. His first question was not about my state of health, but rather to know if I was coming in tomorrow and, if not, who was going to unlock the room where the wine is stored in preparation for tomorrow’s wine & cheese.
The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck