Flying cats

Just thought I'd put an excerpt of the instructor's weekly letter here, as it pretty much sums up this week!

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It’s Friday again, and this will have to be rather rushed as our lovely Saturday girl has come in today. This leaves me at somewhat of a loss regarding what I refer to her as – do I now have to say ‘our lovely Saturday but sometimes Friday girl’? Anyway, she’s come in today to do the paperwork, so I have to write this quick to make sure it gets put in your envelopes.

So what exciting things have occurred this week?

I got back from my holiday older and wiser and a little bit browner, armed with a catapult – it actually fires little plastic cats, how clever – that I have been aiming at Tony whenever his back is turned. My friend gave it to me for my birthday with a knowing smile and said “This is a practical one for the office”. Unfortunately I haven’t quite got the hang of it, and so far not one of the cats has found its target. I will keep trying.

This week has been a good week for sales – the phone seems to have not stopped ringing. And for a change the people on the other end seem to be quite sane. Mostly.

We had a staff meeting this morning for the Folkestone types – as it ever it was lovely to see them and many jokes were made, mostly at Tony’s expense. They also left us with lots of cakes and biscuits, so Tony is in a pretty good mood.

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The 'cat'apult is one of the best presents ever. The cats do look a little eerie though:

Having said that, I'm pretty sure they'll all have disappeared down the back of Tony's desk before long anyway.