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todayiamadaisy) wrote2006-10-10 10:30 am
todayiamadaisy) wrote2006-10-10 10:30 am
Executive humour
I was going to do so many things during my day off today, and so far (8:30pm) the only one I've done is the washing. I may as well not do something else off my list, and write this instead.
I'm still slightly husky from the tonsillitis, and at work yesterday Brian was hemming and hawing with a sore throat. In reception, Leeanne has installed a photo of her new pony as desktop wallpaper, while in the back office, Greg was poring over the racing form guide. He eventually managed to do some work, coming to ask Brian his opinion on something. Brian rasped an answer. "You know what we've got here?" Greg asked. "We've got two horse people at the ends of the building, and two hoarse people in the middle!" He smirked and nearly burst with pride.
I ran into Mrs Ryan, my favourite English teacher, at the fishmonger's a few years ago. I was still an accountant back then, and she seemed quite disappointed. "I always wanted a famous writer," she said. "With you and Brigid, I thought I'd get two out of the same class." And then, pointedly, "Do you read her stuff in the paper? You could do that too." How to explain, under the gaze of hundreds of cold fish eyes, that I am bursting with ideas, but am too thin-skinned and too lazy and too easily distracted to knuckle down and write? Anyway, I thought of them both this week, on discovering that Brigid has been anointed one of the "next big things" in the spring Griffith Review. Mrs Ryan will be pleased. (And I am too, I should say. Good for her.)
The magpies are in disgrace. They have pulled out all - every last one - of my newly-sprouted bean seedlings. Such shocking behaviour. They've never touched any of the vegetables before. To think I've been making a special "magpie mix" of seeds for them to eat, having observed that they only eat certain types of the seeds in the wild bird mix I previously bought. There's gratitude for you.
In other bird news, a pair of spotted turtledoves has been visiting every morning for the past two weeks. This pleases me so much. We've been trying to make the garden bird-friendly, and, even though it's not a native species, this would indicate we're on the right track. It also rather makes me wish I had three French hens and a partridge in a pear tree.
I'm still slightly husky from the tonsillitis, and at work yesterday Brian was hemming and hawing with a sore throat. In reception, Leeanne has installed a photo of her new pony as desktop wallpaper, while in the back office, Greg was poring over the racing form guide. He eventually managed to do some work, coming to ask Brian his opinion on something. Brian rasped an answer. "You know what we've got here?" Greg asked. "We've got two horse people at the ends of the building, and two hoarse people in the middle!" He smirked and nearly burst with pride.
I ran into Mrs Ryan, my favourite English teacher, at the fishmonger's a few years ago. I was still an accountant back then, and she seemed quite disappointed. "I always wanted a famous writer," she said. "With you and Brigid, I thought I'd get two out of the same class." And then, pointedly, "Do you read her stuff in the paper? You could do that too." How to explain, under the gaze of hundreds of cold fish eyes, that I am bursting with ideas, but am too thin-skinned and too lazy and too easily distracted to knuckle down and write? Anyway, I thought of them both this week, on discovering that Brigid has been anointed one of the "next big things" in the spring Griffith Review. Mrs Ryan will be pleased. (And I am too, I should say. Good for her.)
The magpies are in disgrace. They have pulled out all - every last one - of my newly-sprouted bean seedlings. Such shocking behaviour. They've never touched any of the vegetables before. To think I've been making a special "magpie mix" of seeds for them to eat, having observed that they only eat certain types of the seeds in the wild bird mix I previously bought. There's gratitude for you.
In other bird news, a pair of spotted turtledoves has been visiting every morning for the past two weeks. This pleases me so much. We've been trying to make the garden bird-friendly, and, even though it's not a native species, this would indicate we're on the right track. It also rather makes me wish I had three French hens and a partridge in a pear tree.