Lucas' finger looks as though it has been attacked by a mini-vampire

I'm having an alright sort of day. Lucas and Tony are both in so I'm not lonely, and my job for today is write an article for the Big Red Fleet (The Big Red Feet, according to Lucas, who drew a new logo for it and everything) which I quite enjoy doing. Tomorrow I'm not so happy about as I have to take Tony's place at a meeting in Hythe for 6.30 am ... 6.30 - AM! Half past six in the morning! Six and a half hours after midnight! However I phrase it doesn't make it sound any more appealing. And 6.30am is when I have to be there, when I have to arrive, to walk through the door, which means I have to be out of my house in Folkestone for 6.10am, which means I have to get up around 5. 5am! What's the point of going to bed?!
Anyway. Today Lucas isn't very happy and I will happily tell you why. We were all queuing for lunch in the cafe downstairs when Lucas says, somewhat absentmindedly,
"Ow."
Being an intrinsically nosy person I query his quiet exclamation. He explains,
"I was a bit bored earlier so I thought I'd staple my finger to see what happened."
"And what happened?" I ask, a bit disbelievingly.
"It quite hurt, actually."
Tony fixes him with a prosaic expression.
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard."
I agree, and we order our lunch.

We get back to the office and Lucas thoughtfully looks at the stapler, as though wondering if it would hurt a second time. It's only a matter of time until he tries again. I leave him to it.

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

Driving instructor for Dover Peter Williams came in today to ask Tony for some sheets of something or other for driving lessons. Whilst Tony was going through the sheets he came across an elastic band. Without even thinking about it he automatically turned round and fired it at me, and without even thinking about it I scooted my chair across the office to take cover behind the bookcase that separates the girl from the boys. Peter looked surprised.

"She got out of the way of that a bit quickly, didn't she?"

What Peter Williams doesn't know is that a large chunk of our days recently have been spent firing elastic bands at each other, and we've gotten a bit good at taking evasive action. Poor Lucas; in today for the first time since last week and not at all prepared for the battle that is being waged. We went easy on him and didn't join forces; he sits between Ton and I and if we so decided we would be able to anihilate him with our combined elastic band missile skillz. In fact, why didn't we join forces? Annoying Lucas is one of my favourite pastimes. It's worth mentioning to Tony later. As it was the battlecry of 'Duck, Lucas!' was so often heard that the the office next door probably thinks that the driving instructing business is just a cover for our real business of raising waterfowl. That's where the real money is.

All by myself, don't wanna be, all by myself...

I just spent about half an hour trying to remember the password to get on here. You'd think I'd write something like an important work password down. You'd think.

I'm all by myself in the Big Red L Office. Lucas is a part timer and Tony has gone back to his driving instructor roots by giving a driving lesson. I'm lonely. I check my watch. Tony isn't back for ages. I consider amassing a small pile of elastic bands to ping at him on his return. I have to get my own back, because he tried to push me over earlier on our usual race back to the office. Out the cafe after lunch, up the stairs, round a corner - Tony usually overtakes me at the corner but I managed to beat him to it - there's the office door, ahahaha, winner! But my elation was short lived. Tony pushed me firmly past the office door and pretty much into the office next door. Being a girl, I squealed, and everyone in the office next door looked up. It was like a scene from a movie set in a jungle where the lead character walks unknowingly slap bang into the middle of a group of sleeping carnivores and has to back quietly out. Only, in the jungle he doesn't have to worry about bumping into one of the lions the next day buying lunch in the cafe, so actually, my experience was a lot more traumatic.

Cold feet

My feet are freezing. I'm slowly getting over my cold but whenever I get ill my feet have the darndest time staying at a comfortable temperature. So I'm sitting on one and trying to thaw it. That's not really the problem; I can do that subtly because I'm sitting on the other side of the office to the boys and they can't really see. The problem comes when I have to reshuffle and sit on the other foot. I wriggle uncomfortably and Lucas gives me a Look. I get several of these a day, but I'm indignant this time. After all, the boy who is giving me a Look is the same boy who just now stuffed a whole biscuit in his mouth and had to hide behind a bookcase in order to preserve his dignity lest some of it go up his nose. So I ignore his raised eyebrows at my shufflings and offer him a Halls Soother instead. He accepts; he's ill too now. I've given him my dinosaur cold. In a way I feel bad, but good for the cold - it's come this far since the Jurassic era, I wouldn't want it to die with my last sneeze.

It's a quiet morning in the Big Red L Office...

Too quiet. If I was in some sort of Hollywood action movie right now, I'd be pretty worried. Sadly, I'm not. But I do know how to fix this pesky silence issue. Hello, Windows Media Player. Billie-Jo of Greenday bursts into glorious song, informing us all that he walks alone, he walks alone. Tony looks confused before he remembers that I worked out how to get the radio to magically play via the computer. Across the office I see Lucas' back tense. He hates the radio. I would play something he liked, but he likes music that Tony and I can't quite convince our ears to enjoy, or indeed recognise as music. Billie Jo finishes his song and 'The Boys Are Back In Town' starts up. Tony grins.
"This is one of the classics."
"Yes," I agree. I'm in a silly mood today, even though I'm slowly dying from the mother of all colds. The sort of cold that's been around since the dawn of time. Dinosaurs probably suffered from this cold. In fact, it could be the reason why we don't ride to work on stegasauruses in an eco-friendly Fred Flintstone type way. Perhaps the dinosaurs were wiped out by the same snuffles that I am currently enduring. It can't have been pretty; in those days I'm fairly sure that Kleenex hadn't been invented. But I digress. I'm in a silly mood, and Tony is fun to wind up.
"It is a classic," I tell him with a straight face. "I like Queen."
Tony looks at me and smiles, but he doesn't disagree. I am suddenly filled with doubt. Did Queen write this? I'm sure it wasn't, they did 'We Are The Champions'... didn't they? Thin Lizzy did 'The Boys Are Back...", didn't they? Perhaps I'm wrong. I'm about to consult Google when suddenly Tony shakes his head and laughs at me.
"It's not Queen, it's Thin Lizzy."
Ah! I was right! But Tony appears to have got the upper hand in my wind up. I valiently attempt to scramble back.
"Thin Lizzy? Who are they?"
I can't keep a straight face. Tony knows I'm playing. He shakes his head at me. I retreat. Tony 1, Amanda 0.


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