Aarrrgh!! Mother f*?!#r! What a complete b***h!

..and relax.

I'm having one of those afternoons where you just need to hit things.
Hit things to avoid having to hit a certain person. SHE who shall remain nameless.

Lets just say SHE's lucky she is 270 odd miles away from me.

270 odd miles away and telling me that I've been overpaid by £4000.
£4000 of sick pay. £4000 of sick pay for an injury caused by work.

I could say more but it would mainly consist of unpublishable language.

I'm going back to work tomorrow. Unless of course SHE suspends me again. What a b***h.

I need cider and chocolate, and I need them now.