Unbelievable tales from One Who Knows.‘It is a comfort in wretchedness to have companions in woe’.
We're taking a bit of a breather while the world rearranges its underpants. Meanwhile, the other blog is here.
Forewarn the garden centre!
It's the biscuits. They always serve Hobnobs at retirement seminars, and chocolate Bourbons. It's only Rich Tea at training do's.
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.
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.Moo!
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.
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?Moo!
After reading this and your last three posts, I am speechless. Therefore, I will not be commenting (just so you know).
And the other half will have their little noses pressed up against the window, looking wistful.
Ms. Cow: we may have to sell the librarians for stud.Charlie: duly noted and your restraint commended.Mme DF: we do, we do!
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