End of the Week

My new boss is no good. I've been observing it now for a few weeks and I can see it is a very flawed item indeed.
These were my final thoughts as I left the office. A worry but one which has disappeared overnight. Straight from work the worries were already dissipating - there was Marky's leaving drinks. I shall miss him with his excessive speed on motorcycles, his womanising, his electric guitars, his gadgets and cookbook. The boy who never grew up. As I said, we got on well together.