Friday letters

It’s Friday again! I feel like this week has gone both incredibly slowly and far too fast. There’s only one more week of January left and we haven’t heard from the taxt advisers or contacted a single person about flats yet. Eeek!

Here are this week’s Friday letters:

Mail boxDear Rossman cashier. When you’re telling me how much money to hand over, would it really kill you to say “please”?

Dear work. Why are you always either stupidly busy or far too quite? A happy medium would be nice!

Dear tax advisers. Hurry uuup! Getting nervous here.

Dear cute puppies who are often on a walk near my work when I arrive. I will miss you when I’m a telecommuter.

Dear Kraft Foods. How dare you mess with Cadbury’s Creme Eggs? If they’re not made with Dairy Milk, they’re not Creme Eggs!

Dear sweet potato. You’re so tasty! I would eat you every day if peeling and chopping you wasn’t such a pain!

Dear January sales. Stop tempting me with your cheap clothing. I have neither the space nor the money for new clothes!

That’s all from me. Happy weekend, everyone!

First Friday letters of 2015

I’m finally getting round to writing my first Friday letters of the year and I realise I actually have very little to say! It hasn’t been the most eventful of weeks. Oh well, I’m sure I’ll think of something…

letter box

Dear cheese. Why are you so tasty? It makes resisting you very difficult!

Dear tax advisers. I hope you can answer all our questions so we can get on with things soon!

Dear flats. I’ve already found a few of you online, so as soon as we figure out which side of the border we’ll be living on I’ll make some appointments to come and see you.

Dear time. Please could you stop going so fast? January is half over already and I feel like I’ve made no progress on the moving to (probably) Switzerland thing.

That’s all for today. Have a great weekend, everyone!