We must be doing something right

Last night we attended a gala dinner at the local golf club. The "idiots?" and I had been nominated for the retailer of the year award.  I finished early and off home I popped to beautify myself. suitably moisturised and quaffed four of us attended the event. Our category was the second on the agenda. And it was announced we were runner up. I was chuffed with this as I had completely forgotten I had filled in the entry forms anyway. We shared our table with another local business. They congratulated us and awaited the result for themselves. On the news that they were also runner up in their category the atmosphere changed. They were gutted. The impression I got was second place was good enough for us. But they were convinced they were winners. We all sat quietly for a while and then through gritted teeth the atmosphere warmed a little. My framed certificate is on my desk today. I think theirs may have gone in the bin on the way out.

BOXING CLEVER

I always make my own lunch to bring to work. Usually a salad and fruit salad. This requires two air tight sandwich boxes. Every day I take them home in readiness for the next. Yesterday things started to unravel. The other half had pinched one of my sandwich boxes. I told him when I noticed he needed to sort himself out because I wanted my box back for today. I thought he understood. So just for the one day yesterday I used a sandwich box with a broken lid. It's only the side that's broken so it's still useful it just leaks sometimes.Yesterday we had a late lunch. Hubby put MY sandwich box on his windscreen with the intention of putting it in the van. He went off and did something then jumped in the van and drove off. And yes you've guessed it my sandwich box was still outside. As he drove over the speed humps my box flew through the air and landed with a bang. And then something drove over it. I was given bits of plastic back by an "idiot?" who picked up the pieces :-)