“The pain of the mind is worse than the pain of the body.”
– Publius Syrus (a chap who clearly didn’t know me)
You may have noticed, my gingerbread darlings, that I’ve not shared any good work stories with you of late. There is a reason for that.
At this festive time of year on a university campus, the population is so collectively panicked about exams, projects, end of term presentations, and juggling the upcoming holiday that they are too harried to commit crimes. Ergo, life at the police department is fairly mundane. Wait until the week of Christmas itself when Hennessy and I will likely be the only ones here…you may be hearing from me hourly to alleviate boredom.
However, you will be happy to know that even though the human race is letting you down by not acting like its usual silly self, your faithful Small Dog still plugging away for your entertainment. While work is full of disappointingly well behaved people, I am as klutzy as ever.
J. has been staying up until 3 every morning finishing those crisis inducing assignments we just discussed and I haven’t been feeling well so last night we grabbed some takeaway dinner. Charged with guarding this precious bundle I stooped to swing myself into the car…and promptly saw stars as my head collided with doorway.
In my defense, high heels throw me off; I always wear very high ones to counteract my, ah, non-height, and I don’t always calculate things like car doors (or stairs, or how much further I have to fall after tripping, etc.) very well. Yes, even after nearly a decade wearing them, shut up. All told, I have a dirty great whacking lump on my head this morning and a bit of a headache.
I do it for you, my loves.