It will be lonely…

P1060525People often wonder how Scottish Stuart and Irish Dave managed to work together at IBTSC. Well, it wasn’t difficult and it was fun.  We had a lot in common. People had difficulty understanding us (particularly Stuart) when we spoke. We’re both pipers – no I don’t play the bagpipes, work it out for yourself.  We shared a similar kind of humour, the ‘always slag off your mate as much as possible’ kind of humour. We shared each other’s toys, little windup toys, we amassed a great collection and our favourite was the woodpecker. We had such fun with the woodpecker.  We both spent Wednesdays trying to avoid Dorothy – that’s her day in the office. We spent everyday trying to avoid Marianne and there’s a reason the library was on a different floor of the building – sorry Pieter!

In practice our working week went along the following lines:

Monday morning we’d look at each other wondering how we both managed to end up in the Netherlands.  Then we would proceed to lament the coffee on offer before a conversation about what needed to be done by Friday – and what there was half a chance of getting done by Friday.

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A few days in the pressure would tell on one of us – usually Stuart would crack first and start throwing a starfish on his head.  Ok, so he never actually threw a starfish but he would start playing with the windup toys and playing bagpipe music loudly.

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Inevitably I too would succumb to a little craziness and need my level headed colleague to  pull me back from the edge of insanity with one of those ‘wise up and catch yourself on wee lad’ looks

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By the end of the week all composure was gone and we just embraced crazy.

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Stuart, I will miss your friendship, companionship and craic. Here’s a little tune to bring a tear to the eye

 

 

 

baby blogger

20170912_085937064_iOSmy name is isla beckett. i am 1 year and 1 month old. my mummy and daddy took me on a big boat to visit granny and grandpa dave. they live in the netherlands – it’s a place not in england with no hills but yummy apple tart. i had lots of fun walking (daddy helped me), sleeping in a travel cot, eating cake and writing this blog for you.  mummy and granny took me in my buggy to a café. it was great – they fed me pieces of apple tart and cake so they could chatter in peace. why do adults talk so much? it is a mystery to me. i understand loads of words IMG_2691but i only say really important ones like ‘uh, oh’ – the adults all think that is funny; ‘mamama’ and ‘dadada’ – my parents love those ones; and ‘row, row, row’ – the start of my favourite song. i could say the whole song but there’s no need – the adults join in as soon as i start and i just leave it to them after that. anyway, now we are off again on our european tour – to belgium and then france and then back to the mainland (what england will be called after the brexit thing). i am having a fab holiday and i hope you enjoy my baby blog.
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