Cowslips IR P1650504
A stroll round Sandy Smith Nature Reserve on a cool but mostly bright
and from M Willis Warden Retired
Malcolm Willis
12:37 (44 minutes ago)
to Steve, Jim, Tim, Andrew, Helen, John, Peter, Michael, Barbara, Dave, Dave, daveclarke14, Maryla, Sue, Dave, Jane, me, Barry, Roger, Ros, Hilary, Erika
Talking of being unable to get the staff;
It was the usual hectic day in the operations room of the world renounced centre of conservation of effort known as Greensand Trusses Are Us (however all that sand did make them quite itchy). There was the usual buzz in such a hive of activity. This came from a nest of bumblebees who had found a niche in a disused printer. Everyone had thought it was one of those newfangled fax machines that was warming up. Due to an inert fear of IT everyone was leaving it for someone else to deal with.
The Head of operations known as ‘Shhhh’ had her nose to the grindstone (in this case the grindstone was a desk piled high with yellowing papers, it went with the various complexions of the inhabitants). It may have been due to increasing short sightedness that she required to be so close to the paperwork although having them closed didn’t help.
Her deputy and right hand man was in his usual place which wasn’t unusual - movement unsettled him. For some time now he had been researching spiders, he was intrigued by their webs - yes they were webs of intrigue. He had discovered that by staying very still for a very long time he could become completely enmeshed in his subject. This had led to a new source of income as he could be hired out every hallowe’en and gloom up even the brightest corner.
Head Mistress of educational stuff was also in the process of branching out (a dangerous strategy being situated so close to Chainsaw Happy Chappy who was always on the lookout for a bit of whittling work). Obviously intent on trying her hand at Career Advice she was throwing darts at the school photograph of Even Lower Maudlin Skool. She was eyeballing everyone. Each time she hit a pupil (outer irises didn’t count) she would loudly explain ‘Take that you little bar steward’. Obviously there were plenty of opportunities for jobs in hospitality, although one does feel she should consider other possibilities, such as dumb waiters for instance.
CHC was busy making small pencils for the stationary cupboard - well they don’t usually move unless pushed.
Using his initiative he was doing this by starting with large pencils which had been especially commissioned for this purpose. No flies on CHC - actually they were all caught up in the pyramid of spiders webs at the other end of the office.
Finally there was the ‘Lucy Worsley’ of the office. Forever exploring old documents to prove that fields were not only fields now but had also been fields before and therefore should be classified as FSSI. In this she was in a field of her own.
Disclaimer:
All persons portrayed in this article are completely baseless and should not be approached by members of the public. Any similarity to people you thought you knew is completely based on false memories and deja-you. In such instances you may be liable to taking liberties and subject to liabilities that are beyond the control of the unknown author.
Signified,
ANON and on and on and on.....
Cowslips IR P1650504
A stroll round Sandy Smith Nature Reserve on a cool but mostly bright
and from M Willis Warden Retired
Malcolm Willis
12:37 (44 minutes ago)
to Steve, Jim, Tim, Andrew, Helen, John, Peter, Michael, Barbara, Dave, Dave, daveclarke14, Maryla, Sue, Dave, Jane, me, Barry, Roger, Ros, Hilary, Erika
Talking of being unable to get the staff;
It was the usual hectic day in the operations room of the world renounced centre of conservation of effort known as Greensand Trusses Are Us (however all that sand did make them quite itchy). There was the usual buzz in such a hive of activity. This came from a nest of bumblebees who had found a niche in a disused printer. Everyone had thought it was one of those newfangled fax machines that was warming up. Due to an inert fear of IT everyone was leaving it for someone else to deal with.
The Head of operations known as ‘Shhhh’ had her nose to the grindstone (in this case the grindstone was a desk piled high with yellowing papers, it went with the various complexions of the inhabitants). It may have been due to increasing short sightedness that she required to be so close to the paperwork although having them closed didn’t help.
Her deputy and right hand man was in his usual place which wasn’t unusual - movement unsettled him. For some time now he had been researching spiders, he was intrigued by their webs - yes they were webs of intrigue. He had discovered that by staying very still for a very long time he could become completely enmeshed in his subject. This had led to a new source of income as he could be hired out every hallowe’en and gloom up even the brightest corner.
Head Mistress of educational stuff was also in the process of branching out (a dangerous strategy being situated so close to Chainsaw Happy Chappy who was always on the lookout for a bit of whittling work). Obviously intent on trying her hand at Career Advice she was throwing darts at the school photograph of Even Lower Maudlin Skool. She was eyeballing everyone. Each time she hit a pupil (outer irises didn’t count) she would loudly explain ‘Take that you little bar steward’. Obviously there were plenty of opportunities for jobs in hospitality, although one does feel she should consider other possibilities, such as dumb waiters for instance.
CHC was busy making small pencils for the stationary cupboard - well they don’t usually move unless pushed.
Using his initiative he was doing this by starting with large pencils which had been especially commissioned for this purpose. No flies on CHC - actually they were all caught up in the pyramid of spiders webs at the other end of the office.
Finally there was the ‘Lucy Worsley’ of the office. Forever exploring old documents to prove that fields were not only fields now but had also been fields before and therefore should be classified as FSSI. In this she was in a field of her own.
Disclaimer:
All persons portrayed in this article are completely baseless and should not be approached by members of the public. Any similarity to people you thought you knew is completely based on false memories and deja-you. In such instances you may be liable to taking liberties and subject to liabilities that are beyond the control of the unknown author.
Signified,
ANON and on and on and on.....