Of Brain Bamboozlement February 29, 2008
Posted by Jen in : Journal , 19 commentsYoo hoo! Here I am. Crumbs, can you see my tired eyes from there?
I’ve had some fascinating conversations this week.
Lovely bf: ‘Shall I get a Mother’s Day card for you to send?’
Me: ‘Nah, I’ll get one in Tunbridge Wells – I mean Wadhurst. Burwash. Bugger. Where do I work again?’
I think we can safely say my brain has broken down entirely. I’ve spent the past four days with furrowed brow, trying to look sensible instead of wailing at my hopeless lack of knowledge concerning easements, wayleaves and agricultural oddities. I’m totally exhausted by the end of my rural day but at least it saves me counting sheep at bedtime.
On a positive note, I’ve managed not to fall down the stairs yet or succumb to the urge to stroke the cord-clad legs of my colleagues. Mmmmm. I love corduroy trousers. I shall have to buy some of my very own so that I can rub a bald patch with worry when I’m left to my own devices next week. Eek.
It’s good though. There have been eggs. Real eggs from chickens, left on my desk when the boss’s birds went into overdrive. And. There are huge, huge properties with stables and land and more sky than houses I’ve ever seen. And. There is the frequent blare of hunting horns tooting through the office at regular intervals which turns out to be a mobile ringtone.
Good golly. My working day is like being squished between the pages of a fabulous Jilly Cooper novel. I think I really rather like it.
Oh, and things are lively on the home front but I haven’t the time to tell you about that. Or about the incident with the gardener’s willy. I’ll just have to leave it to your fevered imagination.
Tally ho.
