I have not done that many samples in one day for many years. Now I remember why. Will I do it again? At that price, yes. Although I wish I had charged more because I would probably have got it. One good thing about dealing with that amount of chicken crap is that you always get a seat to yourself on the bus. As for smokers having no sense of smell, well you should have seen my face when I opened that box. I wish it were true, sometimes.
Anyway, too tired to rant even at the Hell's Grannies. The senile deliquents are running riot, it seems, roaring around at eight miles an hour on their souped up Hardly Davison unclad Daleks, high on booze and drugs. Oh, I am so looking forward to being old. The police are going to deploy stingers and squad bicycles in hot pursuit. Well, they are sooo hard to catch and they tick the boxes so it's inevitable really. When I get one I want it to come with the full Davros styling. If it doesn't, I'll fit it myself. I'll have a Pope hat too and go around screaming "Ex-commun-icate"! Perhaps also a bald wig. "Ex-foli-ate". There's more, as Jimmy Cricket used to say, but I'll save them for later.
They now want to have driving tests for a mobility scooter that does eight miles an hour. Those Olympic sprinters had better watch out. They might have to have a licence for their legs soon.
Anyway, there is much to do tomorrow and the next day so it's sleep time. No booze yet, just a touch of brandy for medicinal purposes this evening. Maybe two touches.
I'll catch up next week.