I ate lunch at my desk and while I was at it, called “Glamour pooch” and booked an unsuspecting Jakey in for the full works. His pre-Christmas treat. (Or ours.)
Then back to work, tra-la-la. A new colleague came in and asked a Serious Professional Question. After earnest debate in the office, I showed him some info on my PC. And when he left, I looked down to see a scrap of paper by my keyboard on which I’d written in very clear handwriting:
“£18-28. Bath, nails, ears, anal glands. 1-1.5 hours.”
I felt like running downstairs and screaming – it’s for my dog! not me!
Then back to work, tra-la-la. A new colleague came in and asked a Serious Professional Question. After earnest debate in the office, I showed him some info on my PC. And when he left, I looked down to see a scrap of paper by my keyboard on which I’d written in very clear handwriting:
“£18-28. Bath, nails, ears, anal glands. 1-1.5 hours.”
I felt like running downstairs and screaming – it’s for my dog! not me!
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