Admin Asst.
Because I know how these 'bloody computers' work, can send/receive electronic-mail, search the information super highway for relevant information as requested, use a scanner, build a spreadsheet, order items on special offer from the Daily Mail newspaper, and cause to be displayed on the computer screen scenes of amusement and/or historical interest I seem to be spending more and more time in the company of Sir W. helping him run his vast international property portfolio:
During a slack moment, of which there aren't many, I noticed that the light-fitting was just behind my head which gave me a certain 'look':
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Oh look!
A puppy:
A puppy:
No, the puppy is not mine.
I don't like the taste of puppy.
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I got so worried about you and Linda when I thought, for the briefest moment, that you had acquired a canine thing/beast/baby. I felt an irrationally huge irrational relief when I read the words, "No, the puppy is not mine." And I like you all decked out in Holy. It is a good look for you.
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