8 February 2016, 4 pm
The afternoon tea is as posh as the database training is ineffective. It is the type which arrives on a three-tiered plate, from which you have to eat the bottom deck (the sandwiches) first before you are allowed to move on to the middle deck (the scones) before you are finally allowed to eat the pink macaroons and mini chocolate caramel tarts that you had your eye on from the start. By the time you reach the high altitude stuff you are of course far too full for the mini chocolate caramel tarts, but this is a first world problem and you tackle it with typical first world fortitude; it is a matter of pride. Besides, having been forced to select from forty different types of tea, you kind of feel you’ve earned the top deck luxuries. I think it is very kind of the VeePee to treat me like this. I am thinking there must surely be a catch, but if there is he is not prepared to let it spoil a good macaroon. He asks what have been the highlights of my Presidential term. I’m guessing he needs something to look forward to. I say, Mr Davies has already asked me that – about the highlights, I mean – and I couldn’t think of any. But this is not strictly true, because one of the best things about being President has been the chance to work with the VeePee and the EyePeePee and the EyeEyePeePee Train Man, and the Onssek and his commas, and of course Mad Mr Davies, and I would not have missed that for the world because they are super-bright people of integrity and courage and I would trust them with my life not to mention my afternoon tea. I cannot easily put this into words with a mouth full of macaroon, though.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
Archives
July 2019
Categories |