leftovers

Her: "Is it OK if I call you Iain?"
Me: "Yes, of course".
Her: "Thank you Mr Iain. How can I help you?"

Not a good start to the day. I had to phone EE's customer "service" department. Four phone calls later they still didn't understand what the technical fault was.

Maybe it's my accent. The Burnieston Syndrome.

I'd like to be able to announce the only way was up after that, but it wasn't.

Even yoga was a bit weird. I was the only person to show up, so Clare and I had a "one to one" as she put it. It was all a bit too intimate for my liking. 

The Blip is what's left of the wine cellar after the weekend. Tastes good enough, but my heart isn't in it.