A Fresh Start

A text from Anni complaining she’s bored.

Bored? Bored?! She’s about¹ to jet off halfway around the globe for the holiday of a lifetime and she’s complaining she’s bored of waiting at the airport? Pah!

We chatted for a while until I sent her off to torment the shop assistants in the duty-free Dixons, asking for a demonstration of every single model of camera they stock².

Then a text from Tall Andy, ticking me off thanks to somebody telling him (inaccurate) tales about lengthy hours in the office. Oh dear. TA and I had made a deal last Friday. He’d be taking a complete break from work during this week off - if he even rang in once he was to go shopping with Kitten. For shoes.

I texted a reply, reminding him of this deal. Soon afterwards my phone rang.

“Bugger. I’d forgotten about that.”

“Doesn’t matter. A deal’s a deal.”

I put him straight on these tales he’d been told but to tell the truth I’m rather miffed. If there’s a problem with my hours (not that there is), I’d raise it myself with Tall Andy or NiGeL myself. I don’t know who exactly said what but will find out and will bloody well make sure they keep their nose out in future.

And that’s telling them (whoever they are).

¹ In about 30 minutes’ time, in fact
² seeing as she managed to forget to pack her camera!