An apology and a message

To my wonderful little fishies, Beard, Merrick & Pelmeni; to my gorgeous little Bon-Bon; and finally to my sleep pattern.

To the tradie fuckwit who told us he would arrive at 7am Tuesday, June 2, 2010, to look at our roof which has damage from the storm and will probably collapse if left during the rainy winter without repair; requiring me to relocate our wonderful animals to an awkward location; requiring me to wake up at 6am after a 3-4 hour sleep; requiring me to wait around at home when I have stuff I could be doing; and then simply not turning up, answering my phone calls, or even notifying the office of your intent to quote this job: