The expat walker recognised my face
First day back in the office after a trip to Blighty for a family reunion. It was lovely to catch up with nephews, nieces, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, cousins' kids and Uncle Tom Cobbly and all. My parents celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary - Congratulations folks, I think that deserves a medal.
Anyway, I arrived at the office to find a little cricket sitting on a computer keyboard. Worried that he'd starve to death in our cement and bricks environment I carefully scooped him up with a glass and magazine and took him outside. I bent from the waist (yes, I know it's not the way to do it) and as I am bending over from the waist, an expat Brit who is but a nodding acquaintance, walks towards me from behind and says....
"Now there's a face I recognise!"
And walks on. I straightened up, was so surprised that I was speechless, and rushed back into the office where I told my work pal O before we collapsed, howling with laughter. Now how's that for a welcome back! I should have told him not to be so cheeky!
PS - Re. previous entry. Despite two days on yellow alert - it never rained. What a swizz.
