A wild party, perhaps?

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?

The dinosaur and the cow

I have a small plastic dinosaur that stands at the base of my computer. It came out of the handbag of lovely R, who used to work with me and who I miss terribly since she left the coop and moved to The Big Smoke with her husband. She always had amazing things in her handbag – small Lego men, half-sucked sweets, single socks. It comes with having 6-year old twin boys apparently. I miss her handbag of tricks. I miss her more, though.

Anyway, back to the dinosaur. His friend is a small, plastic, three-legged cow (held in place by Prestick – it’s hard to stay upright when you’re small, plastic, a cow, AND three-legged.) Point of this (rather rambling) story is that I swear I just saw the dinosaur bend over and kiss the cow on it’s – what would be, if it wasn’t plastic – velvety nose.

Now, while I am so very, very pleased that there is romance blossoming on the foot of my computer, and cross-species at that (how tolerant and ‘one-worldy’ – I hope the cow’s parents aren’t upset that she’s getting involved with an extinct boyfriend…), I think perhaps I need more sleep.

I wonder what their kids will look like? Oh, wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. She'll look so sweet in a veil. Argh. I'll keep you posted on the evolving love affair, shall I?