No sign from Slim Shady, but apparently some homeless guy got found dead in South Auckland, impaled on a tree, organs removed, etc. Another victim. The police are trying to keep it quiet because apparently this is the third one in the past six months but one of the perks of working in this industry is that people treat you like you're deaf, so Chester and Mariko hear all sorts of stuff.
On the subject of Chester, we spent about fifteen minutes earlier this evening just staring at each other (he has really pretty eyes) for no particular reason. Oh, romance~ Why do you make me do such strange things~
Also, back on the subject of work: Our employer, Mr Irving, has to have a operation so he's going to be in hospital for who-knows-how-long. Over a week. I hope it turns out okay, because Mr Irving is one of those people it's impossible not to like. He's nice to us and to the customers, enthusiastic about pretty much everything he does, etc. And if he died I'm not sure what would happen to the restaurant...
We still have Jeff and Cheska staying with us. They've been good guests. We have converted them to the goodness of Vegemite (in case some people have caught up with this blog through the condensed summary as opposed to reading the full blog, Vegemite is my Trademark Favourite Food). :D Maybe Slendy would like some Vegemite?
Stay safe, everyone.