Hello!
Sorry about that, all hell is breaking lose here! My bath guy came and he got me spic and span, but the nurse was nowhere to be found. So the guy sit me back on the chair and as he’s leaving the nurse comes in. Well the guy didn’t help her put me on the bed, so the nurse asked me if I could tilt for her… No sweat, I’ve done it before. So she’s changing my dressing and the phone rang, can’t take the call right now. The nurse left and I saw on the phone to see who had called, my youngest daughter’s school and my wife tried to call me too… F_me, this must be something really important! I tried calling them both but neither one of them was answering… So I waited, then the school called me back; my daughter was feeling sick and they had talked to the mother who was going to bring her back home. Good to know this, what type of father arm I? But that’s not all…
The inspector for the building, the guy who’s going to give me the OK to construct an automatic door, started to e-mail me in a blitzkrieg kinda way asking for documents that I had somewhere and he needed them to give me the OK. Well I got all the documents except one… The municipal taxes from the landlord! Ah fuck….. I don’t know if they want to give such papers! But the guy was nice enough to ask me for their phone number so he can talk to them direct. As we speak he’s probably trying to get those papers so that I can have the OK to modify my place…
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