Last week's chill has finally passed over us, summer is still hanging on for grim death by it's toe nails and BoyIdiot has disappeared for his annual two week food orgy/retreat to franciscan monestary/hermitage under the duvet

All is right with the world, then ... kind of

Marge is on my back for unpaid customer bills (she gets an end of year bonus based on how muche we're not owed by people)

Aaaaaand i've been dumped an offer to tender by a departement in the french governement

It's not as though it's something i can't possibly do, but the french administration being how it is, everything is all unfeasibly long winded, very demanding and increadibly precise

So precise is the demand that i've had to ask for h.e.l.p

There's no point asking Fluffy for anything as he'll just pass the ball along to someone who 'knows'

He who 'knows 'is out of the country and he who sort of knows 'a wee bit' is ... well ... an ineffectual clown

To whit his first question to me was :
"how important is this contract ?"
"heuuu .. 100K€ 'important'"
"Oh, right, let me see ... i'll mail you something"
*How in the hell do these people get promoted ?*

The upshot is that i've got until this Thursday to invent/tie something together that's remotely plausible and doable, get it sent by e-mail and by snail mail

The post office goes on strike tomorrow...