An auditor.
Today, after a month's delay, I begin my next series of major audits.
Which means having to have had breakfast and at least two coffees by half seven when the audit was due to begin.


I'd soon find out.
Audits can be fun, and this was, actually. A frank exchange of views and evidence, and if I get it acted upon, maybe even improve the company some.


Not much to report, other than the ground wasn't as soft as I thought it would be, after the heavy rain at the weekend.

The low sun cast a warm light on the landscape, and caused long shadows to form, making me some twenty foot long. I don't walk up to Windy Ridge, instead turn down the hill to home.


Right you are.
Jools came back, we had a coffee, and was just leaving at twenty past six, when the phone rang: were are you? Jen asked. Now leaving, I said.

Did I?
So, we left knowing the meal had been delivered, and so it was that once we arrived, Jen, John, Jane and Mike were sitting at the table nearly having finished their first plate. We get some food and join them, I took a big bottle of tripel to share with Mike, and we toast his birthday.
We talk and make jokes for an hour or so, leaving just before half eight, driving home in the dark and getting back in time to check on the footy scores before heading to bed.
Its all go.
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