Sunday nights are sacred.
We Woog's reserve the evening for quiet reflection and contemplate the week ahead.
And the occasional snippy blow.

(except for tonight, where I get my chance to get really drunk and abuse Peter the Neighbour, you old bastard, at the street Christmas Party)
And we enjoy the weekly SMS from Kris the Greener Cleaner, reminding us to put out our dry-cleaning for collection, which comes in the form of electronic wisdom.
Enjoy!