Sunday, 23 March 2014









cog: Look, look at this
picking up the E.T. doll.
cog: This belongs to the girl that’s
cog (sarcastic): What, the girl in there?
pointing to the door of the room directly outside of which they stand.
cog: Okay okay, but it’s it’s a bit... Ain’t it a bit unusual for, she shouldn’t be leaving it lying around for
cog (approaching): What’s up?
cog: The, you know that girl that’s moved in here, she’s left her
offering up the E.T. with both hands.
cog: Well why don’t you knock on the door and see if she’s in? She may have just dropped it as she was going in.
cog (having knocked, waited): She ain’t in.
cog: Right, well give it here and I’ll take it down to housekeeping. I’ll get Laura to leave a message for her
taking the doll from the chambermaid.
cog: God it’s an ugly thing isn’t it? Look at the state of it.
She bends E.T.’s arm up and mimics his voice
cog: “Phooone hooome. EEEETEEEE phoooone hooome.”
The chambermaids laugh, easy in their superior’s humour.
cog: It looks like he’s got eczema or something.
cog (laughing): I bet that’s what Kim’s back looks like.
cog: Alright that’s enough.
cog (making E.T.’s arm bend back as if to scratch himself): “Ah! Ah! It’s my psoriasis, it’s killing me.”
Laughter.
cog: Did you turn down her room yet?
cog: We ain’t got that far yet, I’m just, I just saw it from
cog: Okay well look, if she comes up while you’re still here, buzz down and I’ll have it sent up.
cog: Shouldn’t we just leave it in her room?
cog (carefully lifting one of the flakes on E.T.’s back with her thumbnail): Weeell, I suppose... No. If she’s prone to leaving it at her arse this’ll maybe shake her up a bit, you know? As far as I know she’s to be here for a while, and we don’t want to have to be... to be babysitting this little bastard for her all the time. Laura’ll put a message on her phone and she can pick it up from them, or they can send it up.
Moving to leave, and then
cog: Oh, Helen, can you take a two lunch today, Kim’s phoned in with morning sickness again, so I’ll need you on to cover.
cog: Yeah... yeah no problem.