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Tuesday, June 15, 2010

You come out humming the floodlights

Posy is a hard worker, has a kind heart and is boundlessly enthusiastic. But there are some days when she can do the full-on 100% 24-carat Calum Gilhooley and today is one of those days. And unfortunately, I didn't start off in the most patient frame of mind.

Salvation of a sort came to hand. Somebody said in a loud, firm voice:

"Look, can we stop now? For the past four and a half hours we have had nothing but how boring is the sound of vuvuzelas, that they're the instruments of Satan, that they sound cheap and nasty and how you're sick of the sound of vuvuzelas. Now can we put it back in the box and get on with some work please?"

I looked around the office to see who it was.

It was me.


Happy Frog and I said...

Crumbs, scary realisation moment time! We've all been there!

Pat said...

'Now can we put it back in the box and get on with some work please?'
I love that phrase and can't wait to use it.

Nota Bene said...

Hang on...four and a half hours of vuvuzela...in the library????

Kevin Musgrove said...

Happy Frog & You: this is a consolation.

Pat: (-:

Nota Bene: no, four and a half hours' worth of wittering on about the bloody things, which turns out to be even worse! Current record for use of a vuvuzela in our libraries is three minutes but it's early days yet.