An eventful morning

Driving to work this morning, with the blower on full blast to clear the windscreen, I realised again that when there's a lot of noise, I can't see properly. It was the same when the children were younger and played loud raucous music in the car.

At work, I found three emails waiting for me from my boss (who's been on holiday for a week). In each email she asked me if I'd done something she'd asked me to; my answer in each case was 'no'. Did I mention that it's my job that's vital, not me?

Then later, on my own in the office, I heard someone come in downstairs. I was expecting that someone to come upstairs but no-one did and it all went quiet. I decided I should check it out, just in case someone was raiding the tuck shop and stealing all the chocolate.

I stomped down the stairs, banging a lot and singing loudly (which in itself is enough to frighten the bravest man). I wanted to give the intruder plenty of opportunity to escape; I didn't want to have to inflict my famous karate kick on anyone.

And it worked. For when I crept into the kitchen, it was empty. As was the rest of the building.

A little while later I again heard someone come in. This time there were footsteps and they were coming up the stairs. I took up my leg-raised karate-kick-prepared pose inside the office and waited.

It was Alun. His ribs are now bruised - from laughing so much.

I might not be much good at admin but I make a great security guard.
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