Time to Panic

Still typing the ham labels and I've realised we've no more cooked spiced beef - not even enough for ourselves! I know we'll survive, but it's still a calamity. More ham orders last night, so William has to do a stocktake when he's finished picking everything this morning. Meanwhile I'll be heading to Cork to do a few extra deliveries. I might even take time out and get a cup of coffee - I hope.
However until I return home and see what's left, I'm going to worry! I hate the idea of not being able to satisfy our customers. It's the nature of the job.
In haste and until tomorrow
Avril

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