"listen very carefully I shall zay zis only once!"
there was a weak round of laughter from his colleagues, who then dispersed and muttered to each other. still, it was better than nothing. with a quick hong-he-hong he took his large mug of hot chocolate back to his desk and twirled his moustache.
"you do realise that poirot was belgian, you fucking nutter!" emily exclaimed from the desk next to his. kroney sniffed a little and looked down at the swirling liquid in the cup. he wasn't quite sure when the breakdown had happened, probably shortly after she had left..... his fractured mind reasserted itself, snapping him away from the painful memories.
"ah am zorry, mon cherie, ah av work to do."
( mark morrisons prison shoes I love Willie, Mon 22 Oct 2012, 11:50, 1 reply, 12 years ago)

This is almost exactly how my days go.
Except there's more laughter. Raucous laughter. Maniacal cackling, really. Mostly my own.
( Kroney, Mon 22 Oct 2012, 11:53, Reply)