| DELUNTRASH UNDERCOVER |
| Hello dear readers, For reasons that I canot disclose, I, Agent DeLunTrash am about to go undercover as a florist assistant for four days at Tall Poppies, Richmond. By the time this article is published, my mission will be over, therefore disclosing every detail of my assignment to you will not be an issue (just incase you were wondering). It is 9.30pm, SUNDAY NIGHT, I start my assignment in twelve hours. I�m nervous. I don�t know what to expect. Earlier on Celia, PLC and Tom laid on the traditional CeliaSays pre-mission dinner for me. I cried. Celia presented me with my very own pair of wire cutters, with silver palted handles, engraved with our team motto. Tom, bless him bought me a watering can. Pink Loose China has insisted I borrow her chainsaw for the week. I suspect she�s got �floristy� confused �foristy� confused. Or perhaps she knows exactly what she means, and I just don�t �get� it. Who knows. Whilst I am away, I cannot reside in the St.Albans office. Instead I shall be staying in the Heritage Hotel, Hamner just an eighty-minute drive from my undercover workplace. I�ve packed my bag and I�m now just anxiously killing time. Celia and Tom have settled down for the night with a bottle of red and TV1�s �Lexus Sunday Theatre�. They are starting to get a bit rowdy and are throwing things at the screen. I think I may go to bed and prepare myself for tomorrow. I need all the sleep I can get. MONDAY MORNING I�ve just arrived at Tall Poppies. No one is here yet. I am currently sat on the pavement outside writing this on my Palm Pilot. Saying goodbye was horrible. Tom cried. I promised to call him tonight. Someone is coming. I must go now. Wish me luck. MONDAY EVENING That was Rachel who arrived when I was writing on the pavement. Rachel opens up on Mondays to Wednesdays. She�s been a florist for three years. I introduced myself to her as Analise Verbatim, a second year med school student. Rachel is nice. She let me cut the ribbon. She spent the morning telling me about herself. She attended papanui high and has a husabnd called gavin. She lives in Wainoni in a house that is white, but hopes to paint it a more off-yellow colour this summer. She�s a Scorpio. We were quiet so Rachel sent me home at three. So I went back to the hotel and explored the mini-bar. I just called Tom. Celia is in Frankfurt and PLC is changing the spark plugs on the combi. Tom seemed to bearing up well, he�d made a stew and saved me some. It�s in a glad tuckaway box in the freezer dated and labelled for when I get back . Didn�t have the heart to tell him I don�t like stew. Am no closer to finding out what I was sent to uncover, but I still have three days. TUEDAY AM Had a headache. Decided to call in sick. Am bored. Just called PLC, shes going to cancel her brunch with Gary Moore and come and see me instead. We may go shopping TUESDAY PM Went shopping. Spent $500 in Elgregos castle of magic. We got some cool horse masks. Whist in the bar with PLC, Moira from Tall poppies called, she owns the place. She wanted to know why I wasn�t in today as Rachel has called her in tears after I had spoken to her paranoid that she had doen something to upset me and I�m avoiding her. I explained and Moira called me a silly girl. I told her that I wasn not silly. She told me not to be childish. Floristy sucks. I want to go home and interview some famous people. Also, I think I�ve forgotton for what reasons I�m here and what I was supposed to do. WEDNESDAY AM Woke up to find PLC asleep on the bathroom floor. We decided that she will come to work with me and pose as a fellow student from Med school. We�re calling her Berocca. WEDNESDAY LUNCH Arrived on time to an ecstatic Rachel. I asked if Berocca could stay and help. She said no, it was a small shop. Berocca left. I was on ribbon duty again today. We ran out of red at about 11. I panicked and asked Rachel for help. She told me to use purple instead. WEDNESDAY NIGHT Accidently left wallet on counter and Rachel opened it to find my secret agent business card and special agent Alices video card. She definitely suspected something. I told her that it all belonged to my friend Berocca. I think she fell for it. Celia just called. She asked if I had found the required informat ion yet. I admitted that it has totally slipped my mind. She had heard about the mimi-bar, and Berocca, and the day off shopping, and the horse masks and the wallet. She had to come back from Rome andn lunch with the Pope just to deal with it. I think she was a bit angry, she told me to return to the office tomorrow morning, and that I won�t be going back to the florists EVER again. So that�s that. I�m going home tomorrow. Apparently Tom is making a cake and putting on a spread. It�s been a tough mission. Not at all easy, but I think I managed. I just don�t think floristry was for me, and Celia knows that now. So I�m off home, and rumour has it (ok, Tom told me) that I�m going with PLC to visit the Big Brother house! Wow. Abrazos! DeLunTrash xxx |
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