Ah, Friday. As loyal readers of the Bombablog may have gathered, Sara, my erstwhile and erudite colleague, doesn't really like Mondays. I, on the other hand, don't much care for Fridays. It signals the end of the week and I rather enjoy my weeks at Bombadil. On the plus side though Friday does tend to be even madder than the rest of the week. Here is a brief outline of the sequence of events that occurred this morning.
- Everyone drinks coffee in the fika room, at 10 o'clock sharp, like good Swedes/psuedo Swedes
- Twenty minutes later, everyone gets up to leave the fika room to continue Bombadilling
- Niklas (upon inspecting the contents of his mug and with a genuine tone of surprise in his voice), comments: "Ah, I have not drunk any coffee, I have only eaten fruits."
- Everyone sits down again
- Niklas drinks coffee
- Swedish chi is restored
Our Media Centre is gathering pace (well, it is gathering staff at any rate). Veronica will be joining the Bombadil stable next Monday, hopefully she'll be able to put up with our horsing around in the
fika room.
In other news, the Bombadil dog currently smells like cheese.*
*She smells of cheese bacause she stole several kilos of cheddar from the kitchen table last night.
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