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Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Your cubits are getting verst, Mrs. Smedley

The past few weeks have been punctuated by people popping into the office armed with tape measures. We have no idea what they're up to as it's a bit early in the season for us to have grown the council's biggest marrow.

"Perhaps they're measuring the space in between management indecisions," suggested Sybil.

3 comments:

Nota Bene said...

They're just trying to get the measure of you....

Joanna Cake said...

Sounds more like you're about to get a smaller office!

Kevin Musgrove said...

Nota Bene: you, sir, are incorrigible!

Joanna: that's one of the more optimistic suggestions.