Blast

What a perfect day. (Side note to readers - please detect a degree of
sarcasm in the words written here). The Gorse Fox's helper is off sick
and today required significant amounts of effort. Questions and
demands of the project came in thick and fast as we tried to scrub the
numbers to hit the targets. Spreadsheets were combined and linked and
recombined and refreshed and slowly the numbers started to make
sense. It is now gone 9pm and GF has just closed the spreasheet.

As he sighed with relief the tyrain company announced that they
couldn't be bothered to stop at Angmering tonight because they were
running late. Perfect end to the day really!!!

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