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My Dear Princess and Dear Friends,

Today was team meeting day for Team Gromit. Shenée gave us an update on some of the latest room names to be allocated. 

"The paradise shelduck has been allocated to Whakatane," she announced, "the te reo name is errr... puntangi... errr.. putangi... errrrr something like that."

She decided to hazard an extremely unlikely guess, "poooooontannnng-ey," she breathed, in a quite obscene fashion*.

It took Ollie about five minutes to recover. 

And that was just ONE meeting. Later in the day I met with Ellie and Fazzy. Ellie was quite tired. She explained this was because she'd had a weird dream in the middle of the night which caused her to flail her arms about, smacking baby Aubrey in the face. 

"And then I tried to calm her down, and that just made her worse so I had to take out the boob. The magic boob. Flapping around. That always works."

The problem was, we weren't in an actual meeting ROOM at this point. Just a meeting BOOTH. With lots of people around.

"Oh my god I just realised all these people were listening and here I am with my flappy boobs." 

And this reminded her of the "calm your boobs" meme. Which she sent me afterward. I have attached it an extra. Because flappy boobs.

So the meeting with Fazzy and Ellie was a complete success; by which I mean VERY entertaining. Ellie set up a subsequent actual real meeting to follow up on our actions. The entry of which you can see in today's main blip. 

Yes. This is really my work and these are really my colleagues. 

I never want to leave this place.

S.

* Putangitangi, if you were wondering.