Daughter, resembling a teenage hunchback of Notre Dam, bent over in a perpetual shape of apathy, shoulders stooped, rucksack heavier than the world, stomps into living room en route to kitchen in search of, well, food….She flings an official looking letter onto my desk.
Daughter : It’s from school….Something about work experience.
Me : That’s exciting. Anything in mind you’d like to do?
Daughter : Do you have any friends in MI5
Me : Afraid not
Daughter : The Masons?
Me : No, afraid not
Daughter : Do you, like, actually have any?
Me : Any?
Daughter : Friends.
Me : Yes, cheeky.
Daughter : The voices in your head don’t count mum
Me : You’re harsh. Listen, most of my friends work in the voluntary sector…
Daughter : Not quite as thrilling as a suitcase full off secret weapons..
Me : Perhaps not, but helping others is considerably rewarding
Daughter looks at me as though I am….disturbed
Daughter : What about Forensic Science..any contacts there?
Me : No but we could explore the possibilities. That would be great work experience.
Daughter : Yeah..all I would need are the rubber gloves, protective goggles, special powder to show finger-prints. I’ll supply the cadavers….
Excellent!
Two of my favourite things – comedy and forensics…
😉
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Clearly Ade should be a stand up comedian! !
Well executed Bunmi
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You know how much I love your interactions with your daughter. First the blog then the web series 😉 Dx
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Genius! Can’t decide which I like more: the caustic daught or the her gifted wordsmith mother. Come on, get the back episodes off facebook up here for the world to enjoy!
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