Yes HM's finest postman came today before lunch time and delivered the cheque which I had been assured was in the post. It appears that it was indeed in the post and had been lost somewhere in a sorting office in the 20 miles between where it was posted and here.

Apart from the arrival of said cheque the entire day has been pretty damned uneventful. I got up, took the kids to school, fed and watered the puppy and spent the rest of the day clearing up aforementioned food and water after it came out of the other end of the puppy. I have washed the floors several times, hoovered up what used to be a wicker waste paper basket and resembled bits of twig after mons meg got her needle teeth into it. Hoovered up what was once a newspaper after mons meg got her needle teeth into it. Hoovered up what used to be the internal stuffing of a teddy bear after yes you guessed it ... and so the day continued. I did my work, hoovered, washed, entertained, prepared invoices, held a staff meeting, went to the bank, shovelled shit, counted the sheep, checked the silly moos, collected the kids from school. Cleaned up more shit and washed more floors - the life of a busy executive is getting to me - anyone suggest a change of career?