AAH are the UK's leading pharmaceutical wholesaler, and I've spent the past fourteen months answering the door to them twice a day. So to see the chap again was quite poignant. And if he'd run me over and I'd needed life-saving drugs, it would have meant even more.
On the subject of work, I rang my new boss this morning to ask what time he wants me to start on Monday. I got through to his receptionist, who asked who I was, so I gave her my name, and was just about to launch into an explanation of who I am, when she said "Oh, Phil! Hello!". I haven't even started yet, and they all know who I am. I feel like Susan Boyle.
Anyhoo, I've got the rest of the week off, so Lisa, Amelie and I are going to my parents' for a night. We're leaving Chloe home alone, but I'm confident she won't starve. She's far more likely to die of heatstroke. In the meantime, here's a photo of Am from last Sunday...

We need to get onto the modelling agencies quick before she stops looking like her father.
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