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pezAh, trains. Working which trains I can take tomorrow. The strike hasn't left me with that many options. And Virgin Trains was all, "oh, we can send the missing tickets to the ticket office at Euston for you to pick up, but they only hold tickets for 24 hours. Since you're travelling tomorrow night, you should ring us again tomorrow morning." They made the mistake and inconvenienced me, and I still have to work around their schedule!
Where are my trained assassins? I need to send them to my boss's house.
Current fic progress (final chapter) can be summarised as such:
Dave: How could you do that!?!
Torgal: Well... the situation...
Dave: Argh, I can't believe it! If you ever do something like that again, I'll put your P45 in the post and you won't need to come in again! AM I BEING UNDERSTOOD?
Torgal: >_> Yes, my lord. (Gotta think about the pension...)
Where are my trained assassins? I need to send them to my boss's house.
Current fic progress (final chapter) can be summarised as such:
Dave: How could you do that!?!
Torgal: Well... the situation...
Dave: Argh, I can't believe it! If you ever do something like that again, I'll put your P45 in the post and you won't need to come in again! AM I BEING UNDERSTOOD?
Torgal: >_> Yes, my lord. (Gotta think about the pension...)
