An End to Bumpaddling

My Dear Princess, Loulou and Fellows,

Well, sort of. Not quite.

It was my INTENTION to bumpaddle today and then hand everything over to the new BAs. But then I was called into a meeting with Gromit, who looked a little stressed. 

This unnerved me, because she is normally so sunny and upbeat. However, the arrangements for our team visit to Auckland this coming Monday are all over the place and in a state of complete HIGGLEDY-PIGGLEDY. Gromit was "frazzled", as she put it, trying to sort things out.

So I spent the next hour or so on the phone with Gromit, then Fazzy, then Ellie, Gromit AND Fazzy trying to untangle the tangle the plans had got into. Even Caro got involved at one point, helping Ellie with directions*.

Caro leaned over my laptop, pointing at an onscreen map of Auckland before realising that she was wearing a low-cut top. 

"Sorry," said Caro. "Am I flashing my tits at everyone?"

"It's all right," I said. "My camera isn't even on." But her question certainly did break the tension. And with that, Caro was off to fix doctors.  

Given that everyone had been so amazing to me one week ago, I felt like I needed to offer help. So I spent all of today helping with their preparations, instead of paddling my bum.

This means that my LAST last Bumpaddle day will be Sunday but I really don't mind. Everyone on Gromit's team is just so nice and so grateful. To add to my good mood, I got the news through that my contract is to be extended to 24th December.

IT IS A GROMIT MIRACLE. 

Later in the day, Fazzy commented that I seemed to be in an obscenely good mood. She asked what drugs I was on. 

HIGH ON LIFE, FAZZY. HIGH ON LIFE.

I typed into the chat by way of reply.

It is how I feel right now. And by the end of the day, Gromit seemed happier too. It is going to be a lovely homecoming.

S.

* Caro lived in Auckland for a couple of years in the 1990's.