There were paper clips everywhere, I kid you not. When I arrived at work this morning, my desk was a mess... like there'd been a (very small) wild party here over the weekend while everyone was away. Tiny strips of paper too, like mini-streamers. It seems the foot of the computer might've been transformed into a dancefloor of some kind - I could see tiny hoof-prints interspersed with paw prints in the dust.
And there, lying in a little pool of sunshine on the window sill, side by side - the dinosaur and the cow, looking as content as can be. If they weren't plastic (and thus have immovable legs and arms), I swear they would've been spooning. They were as close to spooning as plastic animals can be. Bless.
What better scene to arrive to on a Monday?
JAMES BLUNT AT THE ROYAL ALBERT HALL REVIEW
1 week ago
4 comments:
i tell you. they were at it...super glue them. x j
J - I think you might be right. Naughty creatures! x
I do not feel comfortable with these insinuations that Mr Dino is fraternising with that cheap cow! I call for a retraction! it was obviously the fault of cricket and the cow.
Rae - I wish I could allay your fears but, no, there were only hoof prints and dinosaur paw prints in the dust... x
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