Section 69 meets someone benign
“Vernon. Are you there, classless? Fiddlesticks! How can you be, this is England… ? Accept an invitation to my humble office won’t you? There was something benign about a command issued by Dr Gumtree. Never to be taken as a soft touch, the Academic Director was nevertheless, never heavy handed. He made his way through the labyrinthine corridors of the school to Dr Gumtree’s office whose décor, though hardly salubrious ,was lifted by yet another stunning view of the Park. He knocked and waited.
“Vernon come in and sit yourself down. By the way, what do you call a kiddie in the Prep School eh?”
Vernon had grown used to the Academic Director’s penchant for school related jokes. He smiled for the second time that day. “Tell me Arthur, put me out of my misery.”
“A Stri-ped. ”
With an exaggerated sigh Vernon said, “Yes I saw what you did there. What was it you wanted me for? I am but a humble lower-class classless teacher.”
“Two things Vernon. Firstly I need you to teach a few lessons in the Prep School. It’s to cover for Frau Carnap who’s off on maternity leave. Give you a chance to, erm rummage in her drawers as it were, and excavate any ancient schemes of work they have. Oh, and tell me… how did the interview go? Are we about to lose you?”
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