At (almost) voluntary work today, Mr Dashingly-Tall asked me when I was taking my leave from the shop. “A week on Friday,” I informed him. He frowned momentarily and told me that shop holidays started on the 21st July.
“Silly me,” I said, “good job you told me, otherwise I would have spent all day in bed with a bottle of scotch on that day!”
He gave me one of his special smiles, patted me on the head and pressed a shiny sixpence into my hand. Of course, this means I am obliged to spend my holiday time on extra duties, including shop training for somebody called Mandy Tory. I believe I read somewhere that her family were keen on closing us down, but I’m sure that’s not true.