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I've just been attacked by small polystyrene sausages shaped like Wotsits. They're all over my desk and I can't get them back into the box. It's most upsetting. And there's one under my keyboard making it move about. RAH.
ETA: Crisis over. They're all back in the box now. Apart from one that I CRUSHED - and now it's in the bin. I'm hoping it's not going to be a zombie polystyrene sausage and get me when I least suspect it. That would be awful. Just awful.
ETA2: The French woman that I sit near at work has just asked in an exasperated fashion if it's ever sunny in Britain. We all laughed and laughed. And then looked at the muggy gloom outside and felt depressed.
ETA: Crisis over. They're all back in the box now. Apart from one that I CRUSHED - and now it's in the bin. I'm hoping it's not going to be a zombie polystyrene sausage and get me when I least suspect it. That would be awful. Just awful.
ETA2: The French woman that I sit near at work has just asked in an exasperated fashion if it's ever sunny in Britain. We all laughed and laughed. And then looked at the muggy gloom outside and felt depressed.