Hello. The last two weeks have flown by like a raven. I made the mistake of going shopping for food nuggets on a weekend-Daley and Harrison warned me not to.
Talk about an error of judgemnet. I had got no further than the salad row when I was tumbled over into the selective triffid section by an old lady on wheelies.
So I have spent the last week trapped in a Summer onion( looks like a spring but bigger) I only escaped because David Hockney bought the gargantuan thing for a still life.
Anyway Daley or D as he is know around the office has had another delay on the paper, he blames this on being the final stage of the tour de france when asked for proof through mutters, he disappeared over lunch and turned up smelling distinctly of Jammie dodgers and Jaffa cakes.
Well the 'Lime Stories' are still drifting around like a stealth submarine, all the artwork is in as far as I can tell. Harrison has heard rumours that when we move to the new offices or bee towers in London2, the dust will settle and the serious writing will begin.
I have also been informed that the new tower is shaped somewhat like an upside down onion(or union) I wasn't really listening, I am still concerned about losing my orange cup and how high the water is in the pond. I haven't slept since watching the night of the newts.
Harrison cheered me up with a doom ridden journey into the archives to rescue some stuff.
Lime explosion book poster He also told me he flew a giant eagle and duffed up a dragon, before being turned in to a ghost. He did a trick with a floating tuba, it was very good but he had left the lights on. Well I'm off to watch france ride on a bicycle if D has translated the railguide correctly.c
