I know she's only two and three-quarter hours late now but I'm starting to give up hope of her leaving the carpark and venturing into the office. I guess I have to face up to having lunch on my own today - and not even lunch down the pub. That, at least, would have made the day a little more bearable.
Wombat, when you read this I shall expect you to turn round in your seat, look at me with sorrowful eyes as tears stream down your cheeks, and make a full and public apology for your absence.
At least I got a couple of emails from Sally. Yay! Oh, and the coffee was shite, Sally, really shite. Clenched paws are gonna start flying soon methinks. Or coffee-filled mugs at least.
I'm yet to break the news to Wombat that we need to re-Christen Disney (because he's certainly not reminiscent of "The Happiest Place on Earth"™) so I think I'll have to think of a new name for him before I do so. Would "EuroDisney" work, Sally? I don't think
anyone is under the illusion that that's an especially happy place. Oh, the reason for mentioning that here is that it was he that made me the mug of
shite coffee.
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