Yesterday we shared a chocolate bar in that kind of extreme togetherness you get when a plane crashes in the Himalayas and you have to eat all of your fellow passengers. When a Supreme Director in Charge of Suits came by to say "Holy Crap, Are You Guys Okay???" I was all "Who the hell is this suit cluttering up the place?" but as my awesome co-worker was behind a glass wall nearby in a high-powered meeting with an errant contractor, I summoned up the presence of mind to wave my hand in her direction and say "Don't worry about a thing, we have it all under control here." Then I calmly dealt with a sudden crisis, surrounded by land registry maps and neat heaps of general brilliance and computer wizardry, while answering his detailed questions with learned poise. He went away reassured. Afterwards I did say, "Who the hell was the suit?" And fabulous coworker nearly had a heart attack... "OMG WHAT DID YOU TELL HIM?!?!" She clearly has not known me long enough.
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I am reading The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery on my short train journey to work and back, and it is just lovely. Go read this book! Thanks for this one Mum! I've been taking the train because it costs twice as much to park, and also because the walk to the station and the quiet moment on the train is a much-needed thing.
Other recent really good reads:The Children's Book,
Snuff: A Novel of Discworld (Discworld Novels),
Good Night, Mr. Tom
Good Night everyone!