After a few days bonding with 'the Tiny hands', we have been down mines, had a pub lunch, watched films at the cinema and eaten far too much chocolate whilst discussing Jesus and planting flowers. My children are starting to get as bolshy as those kids on Outnumbered. I arrived back at work to discover that Our Glorious Leader is leaving the store.
Not 'She who must be obeyed' but he who runs the store. Sad for us because he's a jolly chap who has his head screwed on. That leaves us with the' Great Overseer'. Now not wishing to be cruel but when ever he sets foot on the shop floor quite a number of people hum the Darth Vader theme tune and a couple of the girls from another brand have named him Voldemort.
I predict that in the future this blog will involve a few internal rants.
It's not that he is awful, just very intense. My first encounter with him was not great, he strode up, invaded my personal space and asked, 'What's wrong with you lot then?'
For some reason he was not impressed when I put my finger to my temples and said,
'Sorry nothing is coming through , you'll have to give me a clue.'
Well, we will just have to wait and see who comes forward to lift the sword of Destiny at the 'Hall of Plenty' next.
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