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louiseluxWell, stuff. Last evening I saw that the gorgeous salmon pink poppy was on the verge of blossoming. It obviously took its chance today. Tonight, when I got back around 8, the petals were lying on the ground underneath it.
It's been and gone and I never even saw it.
But there are some even bigger, even more lurid, pink poppies on their way, so surely I'll see one of the things open, in its full salmony glory.
Work is busy. Boss is on holiday next week, for a fortnight, so meetings and reports have to be arranged and approved and suchlike. The minions have to be planned for. There's still no real progress on the pay issue. Boss met with the Dean this morning and he was about as helpful as a chocolate teapot.
I feel a bit flat about it all now. It's a matter of waiting. Unfortunately, waiting for personnel to get in touch is like waiting for a snail to cross the finishing line of a very long race.
It's been and gone and I never even saw it.
But there are some even bigger, even more lurid, pink poppies on their way, so surely I'll see one of the things open, in its full salmony glory.
Work is busy. Boss is on holiday next week, for a fortnight, so meetings and reports have to be arranged and approved and suchlike. The minions have to be planned for. There's still no real progress on the pay issue. Boss met with the Dean this morning and he was about as helpful as a chocolate teapot.
I feel a bit flat about it all now. It's a matter of waiting. Unfortunately, waiting for personnel to get in touch is like waiting for a snail to cross the finishing line of a very long race.