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The boss is back from her holidays and pronounces herself satisfied with the redecoration of the upper floor of the museum - as well she might be!

This job involved EVERY SINGLE ITEM on the top floor being moved a minimum of 3 times (from its original position against, say, wall A over towards wall C, then towards wall B then back to wall A again) which is no fun with floor to ceiling bookshelves. Plan chests are fun as well.

I'm glad she's pleased and I'm really happy that she had a nice time sunning herself on Gozo while we were swearing and skinning our knuckles.

As usual under such circumstances I have celebrated by composing a limerick [*gasp* during work hours too] which I reproduce here behind a cut for those of a nervous disposition.


There was a young man from Darjeeling
Who could bounce his balls off the ceiling
He said, "Yes it's drastic but my scrotum's elastic,
And it gives me such a nice feeling."

*sigh* Suppose I'd best go to work now.

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[gonzothegreat.livejournal.com]

The plan chests? As in, the monster steel uber-filing cabinets? Ye cats. For future refrence, cardboard. Rip off some bits of cardboard and slip them under the edges of the furniture you are moving. :)