Nut Job

Dear O'H dear and Lovely Tea Jenny,

Rod got the fright of his life at work today. Our boss’ boss came up and asked if he could have a word with him before he picked up another piece of work. They went off with Rod expecting the worst and wondering how quickly he’d be able to get a new contract.

He was feeling a bit sick but BB started off by apologising for having to be a bit of a fud. He had noticed the cleaners taking photos of Rod’s very messy desk the previous evening and thought it would be a good idea for Rod to tidy it before the inevitable complaint arrived.

The issue was that half of Rod’s desk is covered in bits of monkey nut shells. In an effort to snack on healthy foods, Rod and I take turns at buying bags of monkey nuts. They stay on Rod’s desk (as I have no willpower). Shelling them is very therapeutic but the only downside is that they make LOADS of mess and EVERYONE who passes has a couple and adds to the carnage.

Once Rod had changed his underwear and his heart rate had returned to normal, he relayed the chat to me...

‘He just asked me to clean up my nuts’.

C