An approach from a government agency

24/06/2008 by April First.

With no headteacher immediately apparent in school I returned my thoughts to where I had been a week ago – which largely involved arguing with Ms Hopple.

The first thing to do was to add the imaginary Augusta Pillow to Ms Hopple’s class.  On getting the registers back I noted she was marked present, as was Vladimir Charleston.  Sent a note to Ms Hopple telling her that Charleston and Pillow had been caught together in the Forbidden Zone that morning playing with spiders, and that the head wanted to see them in his study at once.   Ms Hopple sent a note back saying that both had appeared to have absconded.    

Sent a note to Dr Havoc-Blythe suggesting that Constance would be at home over the next few days.   He sent one back asking whether I meant Lady C of PG Wodehouse fame or Ms C Hopple of inability to complete a register fame.  How typical of him to unravel even the most cryptic of clues within a trice.  I still don’t know how I know all this new stuff -  is it really that I have simply liberated my left brain?

Our efforts in administration which resulted in the arrival of the Latvians at school have,  apparently, been instrumental in the securing of a loan arrangement for a left sided midfielder who has just joined the school to Tottenham Hotspur and the signing of youth forms with teams in Spain for two of our promising teenagers.  Did I really do that?  If so, it is benefiting the school.  The Head of Sport (whose name I can’t recall) rushed in to tell me that as a result of the transfers Tottenham and the teams from Spain will be making “donations” to our sports funds, which will allow us to buy all sorts of new equipment,  have the first XI pitch relayed and other exciting things.  He was so thrilled, and so completely certain that I did it all, that he asked me out for a celebratory meal.  Remembering my last encounter with him, I declined.

I had by this time forgotten all about the mysterious postcard in the window affair.  However when I got home I found a note which thanked me for putting the postcard in the window, and which confirmed that I had a rare ability that could well be of use to certain government agencies.  If I would like to take this further I might like to note that I was being head-hunted for delicate work of national importance, and I could explore this  opportunity by putting the enclosed postcard (this one being blue) in my window tomorrow morning. 

I called Janice – and after some soul searching Havoc Blythe (he may be a pain but he seems to know everything).

It was agreed I should continue negotiations with the government agencies on behalf of what he now called The Consortium.  I wondered  if the Consortium included Binky as well as himself, Janice and me, but I didn’t ask.

Posted in News | Print | No Comments »