Ploggers, Ploggers, apologies for tardiness. I have no real excuse, other than being at work during the day, being tired at night and being a pensioner at weekends (B&Q, gardening and a spot of baking).
However, there are always moments which I can stop and laugh. Here is a transcript of a genuine telephone conversation with Mrs Nunn last week:
Me: So TheBloke (TM) and I are going to look at sofas tonight after work, but I totally forgot until I got into the office and I didn't bring a tape measure, and because we have narrow doors, I'm worried something we order might not fit through.
Mrs Nunn: Oh. Don't you have a tape measure in your desk drawer?
Me: No.
Mrs Nunn: Ask your colleagues. I'm sure someone will have a tape measure.
Me: I doubt it. I can't think why they would.
Mrs Nunn: Oh, I bet they will. I always used to have a tape measure in my desk drawer.
Me: Why?
Mrs Nunn: In case of... clothes and stuff.
Me: Sorry, what?
Mrs Nunn: (clearly avoiding the fact that you would never need to measure clothes) Well, you know, in case you need to measure your head or something.
Me: What?
Mrs Nunn: You know! When you're at work and you need to measure your head.
At which point I wondered whether I was actually hallucinating, so I made my excuses and said goodbye.
Just in case I ever go mental, at least we know it's genetic.
1 comment:
Hi Laura
In your Mum's defence, I had a tape measure in my desk drawer. I believe I also did a similar job to Mrs Nunn. It was vital in our job for measuring heads. I am of course referring to measuring student heads for their graduation hats. Only reliable lecturers would have a tape measure in the drawer for this type of emergency. Love the plog - congratulations on the wedding. Hazel's Mum
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