...we could be in for a bumpy landing.
Off to work shortly, not heard anything since Saturday so hopefully things on the domestic front for L have calmed somewhat.
Now to maintain plausible deniability (isn't that a remarkably Clintonesque turn of phrase? Did I pinch that from him or some other American politician?) when asked whether there's anything going on by other colleagues in the office.
And I must not ask uberboss' nephew how he got on at the hospital on Friday night, nor mention Red Bull nor anything of that nature.
*meh*
Don't poop on your own doorstep. Nor where you eat.
There you are - two aphorisms for the price of one.
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