This week I have been mainly looking at water. I have not therefore been doing any CIPA
work.
My kagoul is wet. The
clothes I was wearing underneath my kagoul are wet, thus leading me to question
what feature of said kagoul actually qualifies it as a waterproof over-garment. My walking boots are covered in souvenirs of
sheep, “souvenirs” being in this context a euphemism and unrelated to jelly
beans.
There were indeed no hovercraft and no garibaldis. A ferry across a lake with a slab of Kendal
Mint Cake in my pocket proved scant compensation. The Mint Cake has in any case turned into
Kendal Mint Sauce, on account of the apparently non-existent water-repelling
properties of the kagoul. It has a taste
of sheep about it too, and I am not talking about the Sunday roast type of
flavour.
While I was away, I missed the April Council meeting. This was intended to be the highlight of the
week (the missing of it, that is; not the meeting itself). But what do you know? They pick this week to enjoy major excitement
at 95 Chancery Lane. A band of top-level
jewel thieves instigates a Cunning Plan to shut down Holborn and
Chancery Lane with some underground pyrotechnics, so as to be free to raid a
load of posh shops while everyone else is running around wondering how to
function without the internet. The CIPA
building is evacuated and Council has to relocate en masse to another venue. The desire not to be in a burning building is
possibly the only thing that all Council members have agreed on for the last
ten years. Although I imagine that once
out on the street, there would have been lengthy debate about relocation
procedures and the Bye-Laws.
Why, oh why do I always miss all the fun??
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