Pizza

It had been a long and complex day at work after an early start. As the GF's tweet said he had spent so long in front of Excel that he was seeing Matrix-like cascades of numbers.

When it was all over for the day GF finally got a chance to talk with home. It seems that GF had been the cause of a major security alert. It sort of started like this...

GF needed to order some drawer runners for the Urban-cub. After taking some time to wonder through Screwfix's catalogue the drawer runners were in the shopping basket. But where should it be delivered? GF would be out, SV would be out... ah GF could speak to U-c and have it delivered to her work.

That's all very fine but GF then realised that the P&P was a little extravagent for the goods, so thought he'd order some drill bits and some spade bits that he had been wanting to make the P&P worthwhile.

Oh! did he mention that U-c works in a PRISON!!!

Oh! did he mention they had an AUDIT going on this week!!!

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