Okay, I'm back with some more "Note to Myself". Sorry I kept you waiting for so long, had to take some ugly exams.
But I had nough time to find out that Rodney is my physics teacher's evil twin. (They move exactly the same way and sometimes say 'bout the same nice things...)
xxxxx
Dear Mum,
Do you have an idea where I've put the sticking plaster? I mean I could bloody well use it just now.
It's that here's recently a whole bunch of people talking rubbish with me. Bad enough, but this time it doesn't only include Rodney .One of my charming subordinates has joined him on that matter. And now I'm tormented by bugger nasty headaches because of these two pesky pains in my aching neck..
You know what? I want go home to you. Obviously you're the only one who is really capable of pleasant conversation.
Plus, I bloody miss the wee butter cookies (the ones with the almonds) we used to have for tea. Really now, I've got the strange feeling that Stinky wants to nibble some of them, too.
What I want to say with it is that the two of us, Stinky and me, we really bloody miss you, mom.
Lots of love, wee Carson
P.S.: Water your petunia for me.
xxxxx
Stinky and me! Slowly Carson had to be going nuts... Rodney played with the thought of arranging a group therapy appointment with Dr Hightmeyer for his nutty Scottish colleague together with his spoiled little lab rat.
How could feed the poor animal cookies? Rodney remember how he himself had once killed a hamster that way... evil thing.
And who was talking rubbish? All Rodney had tried to do was to broaden the Highlander's limited horizon by making the glorious field of astrophysics more accessible to him. That was just so typically Carson complaining about stuff that was too high for him...
With a disapproving grunt Rodney had a look at the next letter. It was to this mysterious Darleen person again, complaining on exactly the same matter...
Dear Darleen,
Love, may I ask you something? Do you remember Dr Carol Biro? (You were on that meeting, too, weren't you?)
Anyway the lass has got such a bloody godless trap, chit-chatting all day long, I've already got headaches from her and her bugger funny humor.
(I mean how would you like a whole bunch of bugger lame jokes on brain aneurysms?) See, she even makes me so bugger edgy that I can't stop saying 'bugger' all the time...
Darling I'm sorry, but I wished you could be here to replace her. It would make it a bloody lot easier for me to set up the rosters.
Why? Well, of course I can try and give Biro later shifts so that I don't have to see her, but when she's on duty till late she's even more bloody bubbly the next day.
And if I take on a later shift Rodney, who's deadly afraid of her, will surely show up to bug me with something unimportant and gab twice as much as her in that penetrating voice of his.
And that all really doesn't make my headaches any better...
Honestly, it's a bloody vicious circle I'm in with that woman. I wished you could assist me on that matter.
I miss you, lassie. Kisses, Carson
xxxxx
Penetrating voice? The pesky Scotsman should better be careful or he would soon become victim of a sticking plaster attack.
Or did he really think his ridiculous accent was much easier to stand? The guy had no fair idea of what a noise pollution he was.
Surely another point to add to his vendetta list. Sighing Rodney unfolded the next letter, hoping for something less whining to read.
xxxxx
AN: Okay, so much on poor Carol. Anybody remember her at all?