A Fresh Start

Well, my jaw’s been reassembled. I arrived bang on time (though why I still bother is beyond me). I’m greeted by name by one of the Cleavage Sisters even though my date isn’t in their system - a nice personal touch. I wonder whether this means I get to come to their Christmas meal or the next staff outing.

A mere five minutes late, Boss Lady came into the waiting room. “I’m ready for you now, dahlink.”

As we got settled, I apologised for troubling her at home last night.

“No, no. You did the right thing, dahlink. Tizzy is just over-protective.”

BL took a look at the errant rawl plug as Tizzy busied herself sterilising the cap, preparing the powerwash hose and fiddling with her latex gloves.

“Beautiful.”

“I know, but how’s the implant?” quipped Tizzy.

A few vrrrrrs of the power screwdriver later and I was sorted.

“We’ll see you on Saturday then, unless you need to see us again beforehand.”

“I think you’d get suspicious if I took it out again just to see Tizzy, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, I think we would.”

Ah, if I were 5 stone and 15 years lighter …

With this in mind, I had a brief wander around the city centre, waving the Kyocera indiscrimately.

A few points:
1. My caption for the centre photo is “I’ve got a bloke here wants to know if we’ve got any bling. What do I say?”.
2. Look at the stride on that young lady in the last photo. Do you think she’s in a hurry?
3. The facial expression on the chap to her left is priceless, though, isn’t it?