My neural circuits just will not engage today. In fact it feels like my brain might have gone on an early Christmas holiday, and asked a big lump of modelling clay to fill in for it.
But a colleague just brought a ray of sunshine (and a great big belly laugh) into my day.
I’d stopped by her desk on my way back from yet another trip to the kettle, to complain about my lack of perceptible cerebral activity. Specifically, how I am still struggling with yesterday’s meeting minutes.
“So, they are turning into hours?” quoth she.
Ah, the power of a cheesy pun. Especially when delivered in an exotic accent.
One hour to go. Must… finish… minutes…
