Fat lip

Aye, the ever-running, never walking Ewan fell flat on his face in the playground scuffing his nose and whacking his tooth and splitting his lip. From now on we'll send him to school in a zorb wearing a crash helmet, elbow pads and knee pads, shin guards, wrist guard, a box, steel toed shoes and a hockey mask. That should see him right.

Shall I tell another story about Dixons Stores Group and their subsidiary that provides the service replacing electricals (or providing vouchers to the value thereof) on behalf of insurance companies? Bloody useless. Incompetent. Their only saving grace is that while they waste my time they seem more than happy to waste hundreds of pounds of their clients' (the insurance companies' money). Which is good for me. So something is working out well.