Paint The Whole World

My Dear Princess & Dear Fellows,

The Rainbow Warrior is moored down in Wellington Harbour.

Well, not THE Rainbow Warrior. Obviously. A Rainbow Warrior. 

Thank you, French Secret Service.

Annoyingly it put the theme from "Rainbow" in my head for the rest of the day and had me talking to myself in a Zippy voice. 

HA-HA! HA-HA! BUNGLE-BONCE!

Like that.

Now I am home and watching "Stop, Search, Seize" which is always hilarious. It is about the Irish customs service and we just love it. Two lovely women named Teresa and Judith who work in the postal department were talking about how much they love their job. "It's never the same two days in a row," they claim.

"Just yesterday we intercepted a consignment of kangaroo semen," Judith explained.

"On the label it was called 'Essence of Kangaroo'," added Teresa. "Which, technically speaking, I suppose it was."

"Ach but when we opened it, it went all over the place," said the Judith. She pulled a face. "Caused a hell of a panic, it did."

"We get a lot of bondage gear, obviously," continued Judith. "Well, it's not against the law but it does give us a bit of a laugh. Because we're very childish. We probably shouldn't laugh. But we do."

"The days FLY by," agreed Teresa. And this had me wondering if I'm in the wrong line of work.

Mind you. No matter how bad my day, I can honestly claim that at no point was I in danger of being squirted by kangaroo semen. 

It has been a good day.

S.