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Wednesday, September 02, 2009

The rocking chairs are singing in the twilight

It can't be good that half the staff in the Library Service has signed up for an early retirement seminar.

Nor that half the people who aren't eligible are still wanting to go.


Macy said...

Forewarn the garden centre!

Affer said...

It's the biscuits. They always serve Hobnobs at retirement seminars, and chocolate Bourbons. It's only Rich Tea at training do's.

Pat said...

The only one I've been to - on MTL's behalf - we were put up in a good London hotel for about five days and we went to the theatre every night. Wouldn't have missed it for the world.

The Topiary Cow said...

Personally that's the only reason Cow attends the workplace, is the promise of being able to be put out to pasture on the government pension. Can't come quick enough.


Kevin Musgrove said...

Macy: and spoil the surprise?

Affer: no wonder! I expect that once you hit fifty you get a radar for things biscuit.

Pat: waves of envy! We get an afternoon in a scout hut round the back of the old Catty Town Hall.

Ms. Cow: the way things are going we'll no more get a sniff of the promised pension than we did of the promised career that preceeded it.

The Topiary Cow said...

Dearie me.

Guess the only thing left is to stock the house so fully with office supplies that when the retirement bell rings you can live profitably off the proceeds for the rest of your years?


Charlie said...

After reading this and your last three posts, I am speechless. Therefore, I will not be commenting (just so you know).

Madame DeFarge said...

And the other half will have their little noses pressed up against the window, looking wistful.

Kevin Musgrove said...

Ms. Cow: we may have to sell the librarians for stud.

Charlie: duly noted and your restraint commended.

Mme DF: we do, we do!