The whole team are sat there, looking sombre and grim
Listening to Carole's words.
They're looking alert, but mostly they're dim
And most of her words aren't heard.
The boredom sets in, and miles away is Jillie,
Dreaming of a man on a horse.
No it's not David Broome, that would be silly,
It's Nigel the mechanic of course.
The day seems much sweeter, full of rainbows and sun,
And Jillie is smiling like a cat.
She imagines the naughiest kinds of fun
You can have on a leopard fur mat!
Well Jillie it's time for the dreaming to end
'Cos the clients are screaming for visits.
I know that it's hard to stop it my friend
But your drifting must stop in a minute.
So, listen to Carole, and take in the news.
And try very hard not to frown.
Look out of the window and breathe in the views,
But don't let the Bastards get you down!
Submitted: February 28, 2018
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Damp Kitten
Cute! Beautiful men on horses beat the hell out of meetings
Wed, February 28th, 2018 6:30pmAuthor
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Hi Damp Kitten, they do indeed! Those meetings used to be Hell. Budgets, performance reviews, clients targets, care reforms. Yuk! Lol. Jillie and I were 20 years apart in age but had such a great friendship and were always fooling around and sharing our life dreams. I miss those days.
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