When life seems jolly rotten …
The smell has not gone away.
Sun Tzu says that you should ‘Expect the worse’ so I think that something has died under one of the desks.
It is like old sprouts, or the smell of wet dogs mixed with musty teenage bedrooms.
I have been trying to locate it before it gets any worse.
In the meantime, Janice has revived the diet club. She has joined the Gym and is trying to shift some weight. Her confidence has been buoyed after the recent pay-review, it is clear that she is Brenda’s favourite, and she has been adopting a superiority complex ever since.
She came over, sniffing the air like a dappled deer, “what on earth is that smell?”
“I don’t know.” I put my Sun Tzu book away. “Are you going on the Curryoke evening?”
“No. Curry’s too many points. I wouldn’t mind singing though.” She said. “Are you going?”
“I said I would. I want to see Brenda drunk. I understand that she turns into a devil when she has a drink. I’d like to see her dark-side. Ian’s going.”
“He always says that he is going to these things and never turns up. Tony is on a ‘Brixton’ too. You’ll be with Brenda on your own.” Janice smiled. “You could be her next victim!”
I looked at her in horror. “Let’s look on the bright-side, I could be knocked over by a bus tomorrow and not be able to make it.”
Sun Tzu doesn’t know who he’s dealing with.