End Times

My Dear Fellow,

So there I was at work, playing with my face by blowing the air from one cheek to the other, humming to myself, listening to podcasts and surfing the net for recipes when I get a call.

It turns out that they are concerned about who will do my job after I leave and would like me to stay a little longer to do the "KT".

Yes, I know. Fortunately, I have been at this office long enough to know that this is their officespeak doubletalk for "knowledge transfer". What prevents them from saying "handover" I do not know.

So now I am working until the week before we leave for NZ. I don't really mind; that will be our first 3 months of rent paid and I will still make time to see everyone. I am already working on my "Princess Normal Emergency Countdown Timeline".

But also I shall be seeing YOU and Bokhara this time next week. As an added bonus, I also got in touch with "Mad Dog" who was enthusiastic about a night out with Bohkara before we fly out to see you. And as an added ADDED bonus, he then got in touch with Hilary who is also very enthused about seeing Bokhara again.

Hey. Now I think about it, neither of them mentioned ME. Clearly he is the Mary and I am the Rhoda. I'd always suspected as much.

Oh well, a night with Hilary and Bokhara can mean only one thing: Val Doonican. At full volume. Now THERE'S something I bet they do not have in NZ.

Parsones