The Gory Detail

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

Today was a very quiet day. I think I caught out our software vendors having effed something up but I didn't make a big deal out of it and they spun me a yarn that, no, really, they meant to do it that way...

Ok. Sure. 

Caro got home and called her friend Grant in Auckland. They chatted for a while but then he wanted to know all about her job. 

"How gory can I get?" she asked. 

He was eager for detail. 

So while I was making dinner I was treated to stories which I cannot possibly share with you. No, really.

It's a good thing I have no imagination or my chicken and ham pasta would have been RUINED.

S.