Day 300: A Slow Day

Today our slow cooker arrived. Courtesy of my Dad delivering it to the paint shop. McCombers and I are quite excited at the prospect of a slow cooker, and that sentence is one I never thought i'd say. If my 21 year old self could see me now, he'd be sickened.

It wasn;t so much slow day as it was long, worked from 7 -5 in the shop. We closed at 12 but I stayed all day to do as much of the stock take as possible, the working at the restaurant at night. It was dead for the first two hours then it went mental.

Slow Times!