Not a good day.  I must have had every tosser in the area in my Post office and I've had to deal with multi thousand pound payouts, lots of currency both in and out and the most intricate vehicle taxation queries.  On top of this, Peter tells me that I miscalculated the number of divers present on Sunday and that I was £10 short whilst collecting boat fees.  Well, I'll have to put the £10 in myself.  On top of this, Lynda is now um and aring about how many hours she wants to work.  Get me out of here and fast!!!

But seriously, it hasn't been a good day.  The road to Llanharan was supposed to be closed from early morning and so I took the long route via Brynsaddler.  Well, they didn't start work until later.  The road was free early which means that I detoured for nothing; and then when I went home for lunch, there was a 15 minute delay so coming back I detoured again only to learn that it wasn't necessary.  Ans when I get home I discover that I've lost Sandra's card with £80 of stamps on it.  See, I told you it's been a bad day.  I don't need to go in tomorrow morning so we'll go shopping and then I intend to have a quiet morning or maybe I'll go fishing; yes, that's probably what I'll do.  Tonight there's football on the telly so in a minute or two that's what I intend watching and after that I'll go to bed early.