Back to work.

Like it or not. We had a man in last night who was the Hogmanay entertainer at the village football club. He asked for breakfast at 10a.m. which is way beyond our normal cut off point of 9a.m. But it being New Year and him being the only guest in we agreed... Mike, valiantly fighting a very bad cold, set the table, made the muffins, and prepared the personalised menu while I kept well out of the way of Mike's germs and nursed my hangover. The man appeared at 10a.m. announced he 'didnt really do breakfasts' so could we do him a sandwich, hmm, slight shift of gear....then when presented with the bill said the football club would be seeing to it and drove off, with sandwich, menu (so he could see what he had missed) and a muffin. When I girded up my loins to do his bedroom I found the radiators in bedroom and bathroom whacked up to full and the patio door opened as far as it would go. Hail and snow on the floor, just thankful there were not three cats, two ducks in there ruining the bedding and ducks shitting all over the floor. Work??????????????? Why does no one make me redundant with a big fat pay off.......Back to turning down singles as "Its not worth putting the heating on." This one would have used a weeks worth of oil in one night. Aaaaaaaaargh.