Work is still as exciting as ever and although we have now started to play cards to pass the time as before random conversations and note passings are still very much the order of the day. I need a different job!
Time for a random silly note… Bananas!!!
Hmmm, yes how random! Suppose I’d better be random back! CHEESE!
But I don’t like cheese it reminds me of my feet and I wouldn’t want to eat them.
What? You don’t like cheese? That’s terrible! Not even lonely smelly stilton?
Not even stilton. It’s all because of a tragic accident where my mother fell into a cheese processing plant and was turned into a statue of solid cheddar. We keep her in the front room and use her as a drinks holder at cocktail parties.
Oh I see, that is tragic and I fully understand your cheese phobia now.
I am glad that you do,most people don’t - they laugh at me.
Awwww, that’s incredibly mean of them! It’s not your fault your mum is made of cheese.
I know. The courts decided that it was my dad’s fault, because he pushed her into it.
Oh dear! What kind of sentence does one get for turning people into cheese?
Well as he did such a good job of turning my mum into cheese he was sentenced to community service with the company and when that ended the company hired him.
What an interesting career! Your house must be really smelly though with your cheesed off mother and your father working in the business. No wonder you have gone off the smell.
Exactly and my dad’s new career has gone so well that he now owns the company and is the BIG CHEESE!