Entroge was not the Coca-Cola Santa, not the rotund, hundred pound overweight guy with a beard; no indeed. She was a slight, small woman, but she made...for a jolly Santa. I bet she'd fit down a more chimneys than the fat guy. The company had had a good year and she gave everyone the exact same bonus: a $1000 U.S. Savings Bond. I tucked mine into my jacket pocket and thanked her very much. She thanked me for working so hard this year. And she meant it. Just as she meant it for every person in the. I almost got the crap slapped out of me for forty bucks. That's all the money I have." You keep arguing," I smiled. "I got a gold card in my pocket and it needs exercise." But I can't pay you back, Mister Alan. At least not right now." Look, Miss Tina, first thing is, we get rid of this "Mister – Miss" stuff. I'll be Alan and you'll be Tina, okay?" Uh, okay..." And second, buying you a few things you need is NOT going to inconvenience me in the least. You need stuff. I'm getting you stuff.. I’m a bit of a fitness fanatic and I get out on my mountain bike quite a lot, but last winter I hit a tree root and went over the handlebars, badly injuring both wrists. My right wrist was in a pot and my left was heavily strapped, putting me out of action for a while. At the weekends when my wife is home I managed ok, but during the week she is away a lot with work so it was a bit of a struggle getting through all the normal daily functions for both me and the k**s.Anyway Wednesday came and I. Once Sir’s attention was drawn to another student with their hand up, Matt turned to me, “Nice chain bracelets… why have you got on three?” I laughed, the chains didn’t really suit me at all, but I wasn’t wearing them for fashion, “They’re my Uncles, he died last year so I thought I’d wear his chains today, as a little reminder”, Matt’s expression immediately changed, “Oh sorry to hear about that mate…” the story wasn’t true, but it was more believable than the real story. The bell rang. “Well.