Indigestible

Well its 9.30pm and I’ve given myself indigestion trying to get myself ready for my maintenance pending suit hearing tomorrow. My rather excellent Sunday Roast is (apart from the indigestion) a distant memory. Never try and number crunch after too many helpings of roast potatoes. The scrutinising of other people’s bank statements should be banned on Sundays.

I am now going to redress the work-life imbalance by watching rubbish tv in bed, to sleep soundly in the knowledge that my afternoon / evening of hard work will (as sure as Monday follows Sunday) be rewarded by a serious drubbing by the learned Judge in the morning. Ah, the rewards of this vocation are truly endless and incomparable…

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