Could do without the sort of nonsense I had to deal with this evening. Phone rang in middle of the big announcement and the operator said: ‘Call from Newcastle. Will you accept the charges?’
Monday
Could do without the sort of nonsense I had to deal with this evening. Phone rang in middle of the big announcement and the operator said: ‘Call from Newcastle. Will you accept the charges?’
Not so much as a thank-you when Bev from Labour came on the line. Just one insult after another about our ‘sad little reshuffle. Caroline Spelman to rally the grassroots? I don’t think so! George Osborne, election supremo? Oo, we’re scared — NOT! Dave shows he’s strong by sacking someone with floppy hair called Hugo? Pur-leeease!’ etc. So much for Mr Brown being the Change, the New Politics, and Listening and Learning! Told her to get stuffed with knobs on and put the phone down.
She’s right of course. Say what you like about the Brown people, they do talk a lot of sense. V sad about Mr Maude. We’ll miss his grumpy face. He carried his Fair Trade cardboard box out of the office himself after giving us one last morale-boosting speech: told us Brown was going to eat us all alive. Everybody laughed and clapped. It was such a special moment.
Was v honoured that he took me aside after and gave me a special private word of advice, to go back to working in the art gallery while I still can. So thoughtful.
Tuesday
Mrs Spelperson has moved into the chairperson’s office, which is now full of flowers and balloons, and cards with rainbows on! She smiles a lot, sometimes for no reason. During discussion of dire polls at morning meeting, she said in a weird dreamy voice: ‘Don’t worry.
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