Someone asked me in this abbreviated post holiday week if Bob had shot the Easter Bunny which I’m sure you will agree is a reasonable question. Three pigeons were waiting at the back door last night, though no fur. Sad to say however the rabbit did not escape Easter completely unscathed, but it was none of Bob’s doing. Sophie had been labouring all last week with a bad cold and truth be told I don’t think I had been sufficiently sympathetic. So, in an uncharacteristically generous and impromptu gesture, I bought her a large chocolate rabbit wrapped in gold and with a charming red ribbon round its neck from the Waitrose mini-store next to our office and presented it to her on Thursday evening. She likes chocolate and seemed pleased enough however, still somewhat under the weather, she retired to bed shortly after supper leaving me with a delicious bottle of Duhart-Milon-Rothschild 2003 to enjoy on my own.
I’m not proud of this, but these things happen when you are a bit the worse for wear. Three episodes of Suits season 3 and a couple of San Migs on top of the bottle of claret later I was feeling the need for something sweet. I found some hot cross buns which I smothered with butter and heather honey. It wasn’t enough. Yup. Shame on me. I ate Sophie’s rabbit.
Fair to say that the next morning, Good Friday it may have been, I was not feeling that great about myself. It was a case of either writing out 1,000 times “I must not be a greedy gobble gannet” or go for a run. I set off with a few jelly babies in my back pocket and no particular plan other than telling Bob I might be away for some time. Just over three hours later I returned having stopped once to interrupt a man washing his car to ask for some of his water and retracing my steps found I had covered 21.5 miles. So there’s how to turn a lesson in humility into a bragging exercise in a trice. Go me.
Oh you know me really…..if I do allow myself to blow my own trumpet it is never for long. I took our new head of EMEA sales in to meet a kind and obliging “client” yesterday for a general relationship chat. Everything was going perfectly satisfactorily until it became apparent my new boss didn’t know my name! Give him time, but till then you may refer to me as “…..HIM”!
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