This, and the heatwave, have spoilt my day.
I spent the whole of Sunday afternoon wondering what to do.
... spoiled my breakfast.
I hope you will reply with an apology. I would like my money back and a guarantee that this will not happen again
The mess-up in today's rag leaves me wondering whether there'd been to good a liquid lunch somehere.
Few editorial oversights have trriggered as much response as the accidental reprint on Sunday of a week-old crossword. A theme among the vituperative, disappointed and plain desperate emails was the particular cruelty of depriving dads of a crossword on Fathers' Day.
Fathers' Day is one of the rare occasions that the DIY and other important duties we as father are expected to perform can be put aside without feeling guilty, and replaced with 5 or 6 hours of solid brain teasing against the Everyman.
Slaps own wrist hard. Winces.
The blog is not averse to a bit of crossie action and felt your pain on Sunday. So please accept, with our humblest apologies, this replacement crossword instead. Our treat.
