Hetty emails me about password permissions at Catty Library.
"... seems not to be able to do as much as the new girl."
I copy the permissions for the two passwords involved and send it to Hetty without comment.
If they've time on their hands I'll have to engineer some work for them to do.
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I can't wait to get home tonight and toast some malt bread.
It can't be *proper* malt bread if you have to toast it!
Cow's never heard of malt bread but is enthusiastic, either toasted or not.
Moo!
Kev, I fondly imagine us in our doddering old age yelling "Toasted!" "Not toasted" across the pond at each other.
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