The temperature was so beautiful, warm but with a breeze... our bodyclocks are completely confused but if we can experience this moment of beauty and avoid the savage, sesring heat of day by sleeping through it, before rising to enjoy the cool of evening maybe that is no bad thing.
So it's a beautiful time of day - pity I am spending it scanning pages and pages of receipts and then totalling them all in excel in an attempt to make those cunts at EasyJet compensate Liza for what she spent in the days trapped in Amsterdam after they summarily cancelled the flight back.
It makes me really angry that it is so much work to get all this together. Obviously Liza didn't get every single receipt, though I can't imagine that many of the other passengers had the wherewithal to collect as many as she did, driven onwards as she was by the most powerful forces in the universe - white hot rage, and bloody minded hatred - and it bugs me that every single one that went missing is money that CuntyJet owe and are gonna slime their way out of...