Bloody tourists

Can't think of anything much more irritating than bumping into my work colleague at lunchtime, who happens to be holidaying in Costa Del Dun Laoghaire with his sister and brother-in-law. 
And me all purple in the face with all the stress of having to deal with what I would normally happily delegate to him. 

He did try to get back into my good books with the gift of the Magic Fan of Fatima, but it is mostly fanning the flames of my resentment. 

Comes Monday morning, it will be payback time. 

Oh, yes!