End of the week
Friday, October 15th, 2004 05:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanWell, I think everything's sorted and up to date so I can go off on a week's leave with a clear conscience; I will do anyway, but there's always that horrible nagging feeling that something's got forgotten.
Too late, now. I'm off home once I've typed this, and tomorrow I'm off up to Shropshire for a week.
This morning we had a fire drill; they put a little more effort into the evacuation exercise than normal, by taping off one of the stairwells and saying it was full of smoke and fumes.
Cough, cough.
Still, not as much fun as the old days back in the now demolished Marsham Street building when the person at the tannoy would frequently, and to much mirth, announce "If you cannot hear this announcement, please phone extension 1234 and report the fault."
They don't make announcements like that any more, though sometimes they come close.
Ah, it's raining. Just time for one more game of solitaire on the pooter, then.
Too late, now. I'm off home once I've typed this, and tomorrow I'm off up to Shropshire for a week.
This morning we had a fire drill; they put a little more effort into the evacuation exercise than normal, by taping off one of the stairwells and saying it was full of smoke and fumes.
Cough, cough.
Still, not as much fun as the old days back in the now demolished Marsham Street building when the person at the tannoy would frequently, and to much mirth, announce "If you cannot hear this announcement, please phone extension 1234 and report the fault."
They don't make announcements like that any more, though sometimes they come close.
Ah, it's raining. Just time for one more game of solitaire on the pooter, then.