Flossie’s Tales

Nothing says I love you like a spam pizza.

There are two cubicles, side by side. For an inexplicable reason I always choose the one on the right. I often chuckle to myself at my habit of familiarity. I wonder why I choose this one over that one.
Today was different. Without thinking, I chose the one on the left. Odd. I ponder gently to [...]

The last few weeks have been magnificently busy. Proper mad crazy busy. I say magnificently as too often over the last few years I haven’t had enough to occupy my mind. I cannot complain of that any longer.
Time for writing has been difficult to come by. I’ve wanted to blog about railway station escalators and [...]

It started as a lazy day. One to refresh batteries and top up on sleep following the weekend. Bleary eyed I got up showered and dressed whilst it was still morning, putting on a pair of old socks before I did my washing.
An hour or so later and my right foot felt uncomfortable. My big [...]

One of the stylish young things almost ruined a pair of shoes yesterday, wading through Diet Coke. This morning she came to work in Wellington boots.
‘Ah, no shoe collection is complete without a pair of wellies’ I said.
She replied. ‘Honey. no shoe collection is *ever* complete’.

I wandered into the lab:
I’m here to independently verify the efficacy of training.
Nothing to do with there being liquid nitrogen ice-cream.
Not at all.

In a relatively serious conversation about my future career I commented
‘I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.’
‘Let’s worry about that when it happens’ came PMCs reply.

The problem I often have with birthday plans is that romantic plans should be a surprise. That means I can think them through carefully but you should never suspect a thing until I strike when you least expect it.
The trouble is you are often so last minute that unless you know there’s a plan, there’s [...]