Those annoying allergies in full

Flat Allergy. It’s a real condition.

The weekend did little to make any of us feel refreshed and revitalised. My eyes were worn out this afternoon as I dealt with five more of those blasted ΣΙΓ forms, which are meant to be in tomorrow. Thanks, kids, for letting me have them well ahead of time. I admit that I wrote some arrant crap for these ones: nothing that would be detrimental to their applications, but I really did write complete piffle.

The news this morning was that Mr Bradford has scarpered. Claims to be allergic to his flat, and is now in Shenzhen. He only had another two weeks and could’ve had an honourable discharge. Apparently he left a bunch of stuff at Mr Looms door, including his bike. That had Mr Looms roaming around the office complaining about all the complications of owning a bike before more or less announcing that he would ride one.

In the wake of Mr Bradford’s departure we have to babysit the Scions of Evil. There were three of them in the classroom when I went upstairs, and since I had better things to do, I was the Grand Old Duke of York, and promptly marched downstairs again.

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