1 post from 2006

Ooooooh, this is easy to use isn't it?  I could never work out how to post photos on blogger...

Anyway.  Today I shall tell you about the cheese eater at my work. 

On Monday we had a 'Christmas Picnic' (yes, I know, but what can you do?).  We were instructed to each bring some nice food in.  Apparently we were also told to spend about £3.  Unfortunately someone didn't pass this on to me and so I bought three lovely cheeses and some posh bread from M&S (but nevermind, thats beside the point).  Anyway the picnic was had, some of the cheese (but not much) was eaten and we all had a lovely(ish) time (could I use anymore brackets in this post?)  I feel at this point I should iterate how much I LOVE cheese.  It gives the tale a bit of context.

Then, on Tuesday a new temp teenage boy started at work for a couple of days.  he had a goatee beard.  He may have been called Graham.  He proceeded to devour his way methodically through the (very) expensive cheese and at all hours of the day.  10am?  Time for a small cheese snack. 12 noon?  Cheese for lunch of course.  3pm?  Time for more cheese with a side order of cheese. 

Damn his eyes.

He kindly left me some crumbs and the tin foil in which the cheese was wrapped.  How thoughtful.