I sorted out a flip-flop carer for my mate's mum.

The old lady popped her clogs yesterday.

Now the 'agent' that organised the carer is on the phone to me every five minutes asking for more munny for extra wages and 'office expenses'. My mate is not feeling too happy at the moment, so I am going to meet this heartless bastard.

If I do not log on for a few days, send me a cake with a hacksaw in it because I can only see this going one way.
