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Tuesday, August 18, 2009


Daisy Duck's on the 'phone about a problem at Ducth Bend. We get it sorted as far as we ever get things sorted round here (which is to say that if we can't sort it out ourselves, or think of a way of working round the problem, we give up in despair). As it happens, we get it sorted.

"How's things with you?" I ask.

"Keeping me head down, just keeping me head down," she replies.

"That good?"

"Oh yes. That good."

I don't enquire. It's not like we haven't got a million-and-one flashpoints scattered around the borough. The only wonder is that they don't all go off in one big bang. Still, there's time, I guess.


Pat said...

Heads down is a good idea. It's when you peer over the parapet the trouble starts.

Gadjo Dilo said...

Ah yes, but I can never see the word "parapet" without being reminded of the beautiful scene from Homer's lliad when Helen makes her appearance. Daisy Duck, in your case.

Kevin Musgrove said...

Pat: my common sense agrees with you. Not that the rest of me is known for paying attention, unfortunately.

Gadjo: I cannot quite see Daisy as Helen of Troy. She'd make a pretty good Boadicea.