Last year I casually mentioned that my trainee sculptural assistant needed a larger workshop than the converted container he was then using, and they said they would rustle one up.
I went to see it yesterday, and I am really not exaggerating when I say that you could kit it out as an operating theatre right now, and it would pass all the tests to qualify as one. It will be finished today, and we can properly move in and start using it. I really needs to be contaminated, or 'lived in', as the expression goes.
I knew that my suggestions are usually taken seriously enough to be carefully considered, but I am amazed at how seriously they have been considered in this instance. I mustn't let it go to my head.
A manager pulled up alongside us in a large 4x4 and wound down the window for a brief chat.
"I would be careful driving that thing around if I were you," said my glamorous assistant. I asked the driver why he should be careful.
"Because everyone else who has driven this has been sacked."
As Joanne says, nobody is indispensable.
My late mother. - This is the last of my series of old photos, and a particular favourite of my late mother. Not too PC these days, but I like it anyway.
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