So I'm sat here about to compose an email whining about an incident in the 'hot room' (i.e. the radioactivity lab)* when I realize that I can hear Greensleeves. And it's coming from outside.
Puzzling. It's not someone's phone, and it's going on and on and on. Leaning over my desk and peering out of my window I can just make out an ice cream van parked in the building site in front of the Cage.
For once, I don't quite know what to say.
* It's all right, it wasn't much of an incident. But if you see me running, do try to keep up. I only have one radiation suit.
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For once, I don't quite know what to say.
I'll have a scoop of pistachio and another of chocolate? In a wafer cone?
Posted by: Kirsty | May 23, 2007 10:30 PM
*laugh* yes, that might have done it.
Posted by: BK | May 23, 2007 10:42 PM