Combat

Back in the rhythm of doing Body Combat a few times a week, Les Mills on Demand. So dancing around in front of my telly which I always forget makes men feel bloody brilliant and sets me up for the day.
Just me and The Walrus at work so just what the doctor ordered as a tough day ensued with little help from him apart from constant moans about having to work so hard, no shit Sherlock. He’s only got one shit boss, I seem to have two.
Left him at 3.30, with the words ‘if you don’t look after your staff, your staff will look after themselves’
Muhahahaha
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