Simon and Charlotte are on holiday this week, and... well...
I'm writing this from a dark corner of the office. There are empty bottles of liquor everywhere... the faint crackle of a broken stereo echoes in the warehouse. We have not slept in four days, and normalcy is a distant memory.
I'm joking, of course. We were actually relatively well behaved!
After all, when the cats are away, the mice will... work really, really hard and not do anything stupid whatsoever? 🐭🧀
Yeah, I don't really know where we were going with that one.