Fantastic Mr Fox

Dear Reader

Please accept my most sincere and humble apologies for the lateness of this post.  Yes, I know I should have done it on Friday and I’m sorry that the anticlimax ruined your weekend.  I will strive from this point onwards to rebuild your faith in me and know that I am deeply sorry for the pain I have caused you.

That enough?

Okay – let’s move on.

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Screw you guys, I’m going home

 

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This is it. Moving day.

And when I say moving day – I don’t mean “I’ve met someone and now we’re in love and going to live together” Day, or “I have saved so much money I can buy a house” Day.

This is “I have no assets, no relationship and I can’t afford to keep renting so I’m moving back in with my parents and I’m nearly 29” Day.

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It’s In The Genes: Sandi Fox v Rowntrees [1981]

 

Whilst you are all waiting with baited breath to find out what the response is from Waitrose  (believe me it is worth the wait) I thought I would share something fantastic with you all courtesy of my mum, Mrs Sandi Fox.

I thought I was being original with my noodle complaint.  Turns out Sandi Fox had beaten me to the punch. 33 years ago.

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