My bosses holiday home
I opened one eye and looked at the clock, 8.09AM.Who was phoning me at that time on a Sunday morning? It was my boss Alan, he never phoned me at the weekend. I let it ring and went back to sleep. I got up a couple of hours later and phoned him back. He asked me if I could do him a favour, he has a holiday home in the Lake District and the kitchen fitter had let him down would I be prepared to go down and do it in works time for him and obviously just stay till the job was done.I jumped at the...