Bugger. I've missed the fun (delayed train: badgers at Umpty). The Gods descended and preceded their meeting by having a tour of the premises with T.Aldous strewing their paths with rose petals.
"You'd have lost your breakfast," says Sybil.
T.Aldous met them at the appointed hour and guided them down to the management floor. Well, those that arrived at the appointed place at the appointed hour. He then went up and fetched the misplaced waifs that had been shepherded towards the precincts of the library by a couple of shopping centre security guards. He also brought along some guy who came over and introduced himself with: "Hi, my name's Bob."
"I think I was supposed to know who is was, and the others seemed to know him so I brought him along just in case. I didn't know him from Adam," T.Aldous told me later.
The meeting room had been kitted out for the six people T.Aldous had been told were coming so there was a bit of a scramble to get another three chairs. Even so, those of us in the other ranks are still wondering why they couldn't have gone into the small meeting room and allowed us to hold the weekly ESOL sessions in the big room as usual. The ESOL class has been told to use the chapel community room on Bendemere Street today. We're looking forward to some of the students turning up anyway to remind the council's directors what "customer focus" actually means.
2 comments:
This sounds like an episode of the Three Stooges.
A quick summary of my entire career, Lavinia!
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