Heavy-handed

As if it wasn't enough to have two clients who want jobs ready for Friday, the taxman had to come calling and get all shirty and make threatening noises, so I was up until 6.00 am sorting through a pile of papers to reach some semblance of order before passing the problem to my accountant. The coffee maker was kept busy, and I had several breaks for stomach fuel as I worked my way through the mess, so after a couple of hours in noddyland I had to face a kitchen mess. I think I squeezed a bit too hard on the washing-up liquid thing, but it was good to have a blip in the bag early for a change.