It's my birthday today but nothing has gone right since I woke up.
I had to print about 20 envelopes but my inkjet printer decided it didn't want to print them. Oh yeah - I was in a hurry to get them printed so having to reboot the old computer a few times when your in a mad rush isn't much fun. So I gave up and thought I'll print them on the laser printer....bit of a nuisance as I have to feed them in one at a time. First one printed off OK but the remainder decided they wanted to be printed on paper instead of the envelopes. So now I have to click each address in the database and then print the envelope. They were for the end of month payments to suppliers (I do the book-keeping for a restaurant near my flat). Normally I pay them down at the restaurant but it is a Bank Holiday today - and I noticed cars were parking up on my street....this is a sign that the town is fucking heaving with tourists if they have to park so far away from the main street. So I instead took the cheque book up to my flat to write them out. I'm bad enough round people as it is but on my birthday with my head about to exploded from rage I thought I'd better stay out the way.
Dextrose energy tablets
I haven't bought these in years (and I mean over 20 years). They were called Dextrosol back then. As I was in the chemist picking up a prescription I thought I'd enquire if they had any and lo and behold they were sitting right in front of me. So I bought three packets and it brought back memories.
I've just found out that the spell checker I use with this blog must be an American one as it doesn't believe that cheque is the correct spelling.
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