"I need a Vocation" Isabelle mused.
"You mean instead of a Vacation?
It's funny how changing one vowel can be the difference between money coming in and money going out.
For some reason, probably connected with a 'Grey's Anatomy' style view of the world, we are headed to a Romantic destination shortly, the only saving grace is that, apparently, it was one of these flights for threepence ha'penny or thereabouts.
This Venice excursion, what is it about Gondolas on canals and red roses? The main thing is my Tetanus is up to date should there be any chance of capsizing.
Isabelle likes nothing better than to play out some far fetched scenario in her minds eye, where naturally she takes the starring role.
It could be a real-life medical drama where through some intervention on her part, a childs life is saved, gaining the respect of co-workers and parents alike.
She may be lauded with a Nobel prize for discovering some hitherto unimagined sub-atomic particle.
Gary Sinese may be bowled over by some powerful forensic insight that links a whole series of previously unconnected gruesome killings.
"They might take you back at Dobbie's Garden Centre" I suggested.
"No way, not after I raised the question of the wages..."
3 comments:
Perhaps it's to do with the Bridge of Sighs?
You mean to point the finger at the Ivory Towers of Academia?
Probably one University serving the whole of Europe should be enough to be going on with.
I've got that mixed up with that bridge in cambridge. i see this more of an innuendo.
As women approach 40 the Bridge of Size
could be more appropriate.
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