A fair amount of what appears here starts
life as a half remembered conversation overheard someplace else by one of our
research team who then absentmindedly mentions it over breakfast.
The research team, 99 per cent female, are
for some unknown reason known as the backroom boys, or BnBBrB for short.
And many of them ARE short.
But short is good.
Except, sometimes, when it’s the overheard
half remembered conversation that is short.
It went thus - “there are six or seven different ways to show love.”
“Six or seven? Which? This is important”
“Well some people show their love by saying
nice things – words”
“Ok”
“Then there’s acts – doing nice things, or
doing things nicely, I can’t remember exactly.”
“What do you mean you can’t remember?”
“It might have been building and mending
things.”
“What? The acts? Or is this number three?”
“There were more.”
“And?”
That was it.
The research staff got up and left the
breakfast table, and the washing up it transpired, and disappeared.
They haven’t been seen for months.
It’s like that around here.
It’s frustrating, but it’s normal.
One gets up after a bit, washes up, maybe
cuts the grass and eventually goes for a run.
Life continues.
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