One of the many increased expenses since my girly started high school is printer ink. Homework every night and I'm already out of colour - she knows she will have to print something of tonight so I have just had to dash to my local ink seller. I say dash, but i don't have a dash in my body today. Recklessly, I didn't look up what the exact number on the ink cartridge was before I went, going straight from the school service to Save Time. No prizes for guessing where I'm back off to now...
The nice guy knocked me some money off for my repeat custom ;) Inky fingers are not appropriate for my work, but I had best go nonetheless. It's a data day. Wonder if that's why my heart isn't into it?
My joie de vivre is bound to be somewhere, I'll let you know where I find it!
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