First we had to call the police on the chav who was beating up his girlfriend in the alley next to our office. The I discovered a Banksy on my lunch time walk. (I’ll post a pic tomorrow)
And then I committed fraud – well I pretended to be my boss so I could sign for her credit card. The courier was a dead ringer for Boris Becker.
Yes, this really is what passes for eventful in my world. . .