<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Wristcuffs on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/wristcuffs/</link><description>Recent content in Wristcuffs on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 26 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/wristcuffs/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Week At Home</title><link>/stories/2005/08/26/the-week-at-home/</link><pubDate>Fri, 26 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/08/26/the-week-at-home/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Don had to go to Hong Kong to see a client, so
early that morning I had driven him to the airport to catch his plane.
As so often happens there was a delay and we had to hang about the terminal
until after lunch. As a result it was the middle of the afternoon before
I got home. I still had the bed to make, house to tidy, the ironing
to do and generally to get organised for starting another week’s work in
the morning. Oh how I hate Mondays!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>