After weeks of stress and tension, a promise of completion on Friday, arrangement of a celebratory barbecue for retirement, one stupid bastard didn’t sign the paperwork and we spent the entire weekend and all of Monday thinking the whole thing may be cancelled.
But, on Tuesday at 1pm we got the call, the shop is sold and R is now unemployed. Never again will he have to work a 16 hour day on his feet in searing temperatures, the only heat he will have to contend with will be of his own choosing. He finished the day, arrived home as England were taking their penalties, had a shower, packed some clean pants and a toothbrush, watched England win, climbed into Wolfie and drove to Cornwall. All in all a good day!