Where the Monkey Sleeps

I got to work early, so I could get away early having done my hours. But at mid-afternoon the stand-in leaderene came around and told everyone to knock off at four! Naturally I squealed at the injustice of the backsliders who had sloped in after 9am getting away so early. They grinned back. "I know where the monkey sleeps", observed one shrewd old hand, replaying one of my (new) favourite expressions.
I got over it. Hummph. Time to get the guitar out with an old pal up at his gaff - we're rehearsing some nonsense for a secret gig. I haven't played seriously for err umm some time and my fingers are sore but with a few drinks we began to sound quite good! To be continued...