We're taking a bit of a breather while the world rearranges its underpants. Meanwhile, the other blog is here.

Friday, October 31, 2008

I want to perch half way up a ladder and talk to the Polydor girl about meerkats

Ha! We're having a Health & Safety Inspection! What a hoot!

It's difficult to know who's the worse: the inspectors or T.Aldous. The rot starts early: we've not had one of these inspections for twenty years so, just like the buses, four insectors turn up all at once. Their first question sets the tone:

"Can we see the recommendations of the last health & safety inspection?"

"You've not done one before."

Seth had to make an excuse and leave when he heard this exchange:

"You seem to have a lot of clutter around this workplace. We're particularly concerned about the number of boxes that are piled around the building, especially in the fire escape corridor."

"Yes, it isn't ideal. Unfortunately we're having a big move-around within the building and we're having to pile boxes up as best we can out of the way while we get on with it."


Lavinia said...

Kevin, Kevin, Kevin....how could you let this happen?

Kevin Musgrove said...

Lavinia: I am but a spectator on the iceberg!

The Topiary Cow said...

Maybe you could set the boxes on fire when they were obstructing the exit.

And thus expedite things. Maybe.


Kevin Musgrove said...

Ms. Cow: don't let gadjo give you ideas!

I'd suggest that we're saving the fire for the next book sale but I suspect I'd be tempting Fate.