Now that the excitement of the competition has tapered off a bit, regular programming may resume. Ahahahaha “regular” geddit? Don’t worry, you will. I was rooting around in my desk drawer this morning to try and find a calculation sheet that seems to have done a runner since last Friday when I discovered an unexpected bounty in the form of a chocolate biscuit (that’s ‘cookie’ in Nortamericano).
What was a chocolate biscuit doing* there, you ask? Allow me to elucidate: very so often we get biscuits with our tea at work and there are times when I will save one – in my desk – for later. I’m not exactly sure when ‘earlier’ was for this particular biscuit, but everyone knows that dunking something in coffee kills all known microbes that may have taken up residence on it. This I proceeded to do when the phone rang. It was one of my colleagues calling from home.
“Yes, what is it? I’m in the middle of something here” (technically true)
“Reception said the boss isn’t there. I’m taking a day sick leave”
“Okay. Hope you feel better soon – ”
“I have gastro”
“Fine. I really didn’t need to know – ”
“I’ve been on the toilet since 4 a.m. and…”
I was subsequently treated to a brief, but horrifyingly detailed description of his symptoms, including (but not limited to) consistency; textures; and relative liquid content. All the while, I stared glumly at the now thoroughly unappetising confection slowly disintegrating in my hand. Bleuargh!!**
Anyone fancy a slightly soggy chocolate biscuit?
* Not much, obviously
** Many thanks to Anne for this truly beautiful word