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Monday, March 15, 2010

Cancel the milk and you're away!

News from Year Fifty of the Time Team dig of T.Aldous' office. The man himself brings a crystal file to the recycling bin.

"This is taking forever. I mean: you'd be surprised at the rubbish that people hoard for no apparent reason. Look at all this: Arthur Pemberton [T.Aldous' predecessor-but-one who retired in 1986] even kept a receipt for every car mileage claim his staff made, he never threw them away. Look at them all here! What anyone would want to keep that for I do not know."


Happy Frog and I said...

He was probably planning to make a giant paper mache classi car out of them to display prominently in the library, but then forgot all about it. :-)

Gadjo Dilo said...

He simply doesn't know, that's the problem. He's not in control of his actions; he's certifiable; you just need a doctor, a hyperdermic needle and possibly the signiture from a close family relative, Kevin.

Macy said...

MPG from a Morris Oxford vs MPG Austin Allegro?
Presumably Pembrton's your man.

Madame DeFarge said...

Because Mr. Pemberton knew even back then, that T. Aldous would come back to haunt you and so saved the receipts to give TA something to do in his retirement.

Kevin Musgrove said...

Frog & you: I have an awful feeling there may be an element of truth in that.

Gadjo: two doctors. Somebody in Social Services emailed the suggestion.

Macy: indeedy doody

Madame deF: there is an awful truth in this, also.