Post 1612. Sunday October 8
Boring boring boring. I mean, spending all day every day with a load of beige Egyptian relics doesn’t sound like much fun does it?
Fred only had one work colleague. Florence. And she wasn’t even a person, she was a feather duster. They walked around together every morning before opening and titivated the exhibits. He liked to tickle the pharaohs nose then go aaa-choo! He would flutter Florence's feathers over a busty beauty's boobies then stick his tongue out at its stony-faced expression. Sometimes he would turn a storyboard upside down to see if anyone would notice. They usually didn’t. The few people that did wander around looked as bored as he was.
There had to be something else he could do, something more fun. He asked Florence what she thought, but she wasn’t much help, but he did promise to take her with him if he left.
I’m pleased to report Fred has now moved on. He’s a different person and has never been happier. He is now... drumroll... a caretaker at the local mortuary and he’s taken Florence with him! Well, he needs someone to talk to, and they love tickling the corpses noses
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This weeks photo prompt is provided by Kathryn Forbes