Two unconnected tales

The First:

Should any among you in Wellington be looking for a less contentious sandwich than one prepared by the franchise at right, you could do a lot worse than buy one of the from-scratch creations by Max, livejournal friend to me and Ms. Robyn, who is currently (in my estimation) saving the lunchtime day at polytech. It’s like Cornelius at the Badass Games, only in real life, and I’m sure Max can share any complimentary beverages with whomever he pleases.

The Second:

A colleague pointed out to me this morning that I have been lax in circulating puppy photos of late. Rest assured that they are cuter than anything you will see in the course of your pup-less day (Martha excepted), and that I will post more images when, and if, they ever stop tearing around.

With every yin there must, however, be yang. The puppies spent an adorable half-hour or so this evening playing, one by one, with Millie and Evie, until such time as they retired to the pen, to leave shortly thereafter a steaming, stinking pile of relaxation for me to clean up. No photos of that to follow.